“Once our souls collided and caught fire, there was no turning back.”

Your darkness is hauntingly beautiful. Mesmerizing.

While you were busy working on your ego, she was busy working on her soul.

Don’t compare her to sunshine and roses when she’s clearly orchids and moonlight.

I have wolf blood and wolf bones. Don’t expect me to graze with sheep.

I do not trust anyone who hides in the light and denies darkness exists.

When the world is too much create your own. I do it every day.

Meet me under the moon so we can chase stars together.

Still refining, staying wild, always growing and evolving

My soul and the moon are night time lovers.

She has the intuition of an angel and fire like a dragon.

Don’t try taming me, I’ll end up growing spikes on my wings and fangs in my mouth.

You want war. I want love. That’s the difference between your heart and mine.

French press me against the wall and coffee and of course French kiss.

Arouse me mentally so I can feel you spiritually then when we touch physically we’ll fall in sync soulfully.

You deserve the kind of love that understands your gestures, your eyes, your silence.

I am inspired by many, but I’m in competition with myself.

There is a fire raging inside you; do not allow anyone to extinguish it. And so on these nights when you think you are broken, remember the flame, and feel it burn.

Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.

The fire has its flame and praises God. The wind blows the flame and praises God. In the voice we hear the word which praises God. And the word, when heard, praises God. So all of creation is a song of praise to God.

Never allow any soul to clips your wings, you were born an ember. You were born a flame.

She is a flame in angel skin.

Love is the key we must turn, truth is the flame we must burn.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

You have never loved me as I love you–never–never! Yours is not a passionate heart–your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite– not a woman!