“Just remember; flowers would adorn your head with elegance one day.”

Once, I found myself breaking down between “its okay” and “its not”.

The world is in search of the happiness in you.

Bloom with your colors and fluttering wings of hope and smiles.

I am in love with the flickering stars that illuminated your darkest nights.

We deserve sunshine and hope; and stitches for bruised hearts.

I flew with my dandelion dreams into the wild, unknown.

Blurred tomorrows are here to bring you smiles.

My mind eclipsed with love notes I wrote at night.

I build my empire with stars and words.

Define your steps with your success story.

My mind calls together for the wild and serene.

My soul no longer sings the same chorus.

One day, you’ll be home again.

She is the tides on the sea and limits of the sky.

The universe loves you.

This time you are not broke and alone. You have yourself.

Between the adored and the adorer falls the shadow.

To live without experiencing some shame and blushes of admiration would surely be a wretched life.

Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.

Learn to admire rightly; the great pleasure of life is that. Note what the great men admired; they admired great things; narrow spirits admire basely, and worship meanly.

I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.

What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.

I have always admired my mother’s style. For as long as I can remember, her style has been classic, elegant and something I have related to.

Every word I write is crude and weak when it comes to conveying you how much I appreciate you.