Oh darling, if the universe would need the love of us careless humans to keep its restless heart alive the sky would be full of dead stars.
Her love was like lavender, delicate and melancholy.
Every love that once promised you a forever will leave you at some point in your life - and all that is left is a forever in boxes full of fading pictures and aching memories.
A great poet to me is a person who can describe a painting in such ways that even a person with closed eyes can feel the pain of the artist.
My love is like a lonely light wandering through the darkness searching for a home.
Somewhere between the stars there is a place for you and me; Where the moon kisses the horizon and the darkness fades away.
