Upon scanning the sky, you don't really know when one color turns into another hue. And that's sort of how I fell for you. No definitive line or moment, just a slow blend of time inked by the earth's unexplainable.

My affection for you is attached to whatever self I possess -- an inherent, eternal synchronization... an automatic response to living... transforming from hit to misses, from Ms. to Mrs...

I'd like to say that I was here and left tired, sore, and splintered.That I fell in love every New Years and cried before the winter.If earth is mostly water, life isn't about the rocks you save.I have tears on my stop sign, my neighbor has diamonds on his grave.

Her lips are a pomegranate painted vacation spot. And her eyebrows -- dark, frustrated, and jealous -- for they never get the attention of her glittering pupils after yet being so near them.

Why I hate conversations with you: they end. When we speak, I never want us to finish, so I talk and when you reply, I look away as if I am not paying attention and then look back at you puzzled, so that you may repeat yourself twice. I remember little, but oh, how I miss your repetition.

You might find no one. Love is one in a trillion. We're eight billion.

We are not always someone else's half, but they can be ours. You'd think two halves make a whole, but some two halves make a hole.

To hear her speak of the things she caresIs the kindest gift, but task unfair.For this is the first time I've battled whether 'tisWrong to silence a beloved mind with a kiss.

Make eye contact as they break your heart. Don’t blink. You are staring at Love beginning to transform itself. Love is realized through people.