“And she started flying, just like the beautiful butterfly she is.”

We’re toxic to each other. And maybe that’s why we love each other.

He sets fire to my soul and I have never felt so alive.

Do we really love each other or are we trying to fix two lonely, broken, and lost souls together?

And I ask myself, How can you love a broken girl?

I come from the sky and the stars between them only speak of you.

Because it’s you. It is always been and always will be.

One breathe. One-touch. One kiss. And I feel. I feel alive.

Because the most painful wars are the ones we lead against ourselves.

You seek in me your haven of peace and I seek in you my demon’s haven. My haven of fire.

And yes, It’s true, When I miss you too much, I ask the stars about you.

He is the danger and my soul loves it.

And maybe to love each other too much we destroy ourselves.

And just like that, he told me that I was beautiful. Without knowing all the wars I wage against myself.

It’s okay. Because in the end, I know why I did this.  For love, for love, and only for love.

Just because you haven’t seen how wonderful, beautiful, and special she is, doesn’t mean no one else will.

And just like that, he took my hands, looked me in the eyes, and told me that I was all he ever dreamed of. What he’s always been waiting for.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Fire delight burning bright, full of beauty glimmering ruby.

All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.

Beautiful woman are like bees, stuck in their own honey.

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.