Your heart plays a song like a broken music box, but nothing ever sounded quite so beautiful to me. Together, in the dance of wounded-wing swans we’ll rise above the ruins, melting into the golden light.

Through your eyesI am learningto see myself.Through your heartI am learningto love myself.In the chrysalisof your acceptanceI can feel myselfbecoming.

Continents drift, and so do hearts.

In a relationship, no amount of extra effort on your part can make up for a lack of effort on theirs.