And if we never visit Paris, that's okay. Your heart is my exotic destination every day.

The way our fingers intertwine feels so natural and right; as if our hands hold memories of meeting in a thousand other lifetimes.

With skin dressed only in moonlight, she beckons you to her secret garden.

Such aching mystery hides,in your stardust-glimmer eyes.

He'd been saving up his love for years and years, waiting for the right personto spend his fortune on.

You rang my heart like a church bell at midnight. Trembling, I awoke to the sweet sound of love.

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

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

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