We should never allowthat the scars on our heart change the way we love -no matter how deep they run.

And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins;letting my scars glow in a dark bluereflecting the colour of your weary eyes.

We keep hope near our heart - never realising it is found far away from our today.

Our hearts are damned to feel so much and remember so little.

The only mistake about love is that life can’t remember it and the heart won’t find it.

Sadness that is caused by the absence of love is deadly for the heart.

A cold heart is only reminding me of the summer to come once I survived the spring.

Sometimes truth is a kind of love not many hearts can bear.