Just like a rose, our loveunfolds itself with time.From its beginning bud,a blooming most sublime.And with each passing year,such sweeter scent it yields.Come laughter or come tears,more petals are revealed.

I hear your voice, and all feels rightwith the world again.

To love, we must remove our armor, exposing our heart. For love cannot be had without the risk of being wounded.

Who was it that hurt you, stole the light out of your eyes? Cut a hole in your heart and let the love drain dry? Who was so damn careless, to leave you with such scars? Where will you find healing? Right here, within my arms.

You make me feel at home in my own skin, and that is one of the greatest gifts anyone has ever given me.

I am no blank slate for love to write on.My heart has walls marred with cracks,bloodstains, and bullet holes;graffitied over by past lovers.

I want to hold you close, skin on skin, and let our heartbeats have a conversation.

Do you believe in magic?" she asked. "I believe in you," he said. "And you're the closest thing to magic that I've found.

Her veins flowed with liquid poetry. I stole the words from her mouth with my kisses.