The only depth where I can breathe, and don't need to fight for air, is in your love.

If coffee were like dreams, then I would be wired in constant bliss, never needing sleep to live out my dreams.

True love takes time to find, but once it's found, the rest is eternal.

She's my pride, my winning prize, always a surprise, to look into her eyes, see her free soul, as soap that slips from the grip of control; a stroll through the park on a dark night with stars to spark the sky, heaven with no price tag I realize, love is the same: endless, priceless, full bliss; to have this princess I pinch myself thinking this is a dream, but to my reprise, I can only say I am now, at last, alive.