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

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.

You deserve a love that will make your soul fly you deserve to be the only star in their vast and endless sky.

Sweet for each other we licked the honeycombs dry of our love savoring every drop of its nectar as a gift from the heavens above.

He wasn’t even mine yet I had to give him up It hurt to watch him laugh with her not giving me a fuck.

I’m very protective of my heart.

Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual – some lose both and become accepted.

I’m here to spread a message of hope. Follow your heart. Don’t follow what you’ve been told you’re supposed to do.

God uses our potential to unlock our purpose! Go out there today and maximize your potential and watch fulfillment in your heart start to grow.

Everybody’s at war with different things. I’m at war with my own heart sometimes.

Thank those who gave you courage and thank those who laughed at your broken dreams.

The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

How beautiful it would be if the poor could occupy in our hearts the place they have in the heart of God!