The papers say we're married, but it's the heart that writes the love story.

Most people give up finding their soul mate, and settle down to just having a flesh mate.

Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!

Sometimes I wonder, that one missing sock after doing laundry, is the smart one. After being unhappy for so long, it finally walks away from a frayed, worn-out relationship.

For your every tear, know that I'll always be here. To bare one pain we both will share, know I'll never disappear.

I can have patience for anything, but it's waiting for love, that kills me a little each day.

All the beaches of the world, could never amount to, nor implore the one grain of sand that I stand on, which is your love.

Today, a couple with 'just married' tags collided head-on with a hearse carrying two coffins in the back, both of a married couple that had previouslydied in a car accident.

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.