“Darling daisies kiss as spring awakens today her heart and soul sings.”

As flowers are to bees you are to me.

A phoenix rising from the ashes of my heart I will love again.

A daughter of mystery and moonlight magic danced within her veins her spirit singing a sweet melody as the goddess within her reigns.

In every woman, there is a bit of wild tattooed in her DNA.

She deserved the sun yet all he gave was rain and while she needed both to bloom she couldn’t forget the pain.

His love set her on fire and she loved the way it burned.

His love was so great that ever so often time would stop and she’d feel the earth shake.

Surrender to me a new heart with your touch I may love again.

The love you desire exists within find her first and then that love will manifest in ‘him’.

We are all lost souls searching for someone to call home.

His kisses make her blossom like a flower in the wild softly unfolding her petals to expose the magic hidden inside.

I don’t crave a forever I just want to share the time I have with you and me together.

If I only had one wish it would be for life any life with you in it.

Dance under the moon conjures the goddess within awakening your wild.

She craves love so deep it would make her ancestors’ hearts beat.

His love blows me adrift and my heart sails still.

People give flowers as present because flowers contain true meaning of love.

Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.

You throw thorns, falling in my silence they become flowers.

The trees, the flowers, the plants grow in silence. The stars, the sun, the moon move in silence. Silence gives us a new perspective.

How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers.

The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she’s treated.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

From a withered tree, a flower blooms.