She's a tangled mess of wild- a forest nymph, a goddess child. She's like the seductive sea - feral and fierce, calm and serene. She's the starfish swimming in my soul, the woman child who keeps me sane, who keeps me whole.

I keep stars in my pockets wear daisies in my hair but I tuck you tenderlyin the folds of my heart and take you everywhere.

You’ve got to plant flowers in the center of your soul if you want to bloom.

Don’t bring confusion to my table. Bring flowers. Bring books. Bring cakes.But leave your indecisiveness behind.My heart is not up for breaking (again) and my time is precious.Don’t waste either on murky thoughts and cloudy thinking.

Trying not to let your lack of depth bring out the irritable in me-- there is only so much shallow an ocean can handle.

Don’t be afraid of your struggles, they are making you dangerously strong and wise. They are preparing you for your superpowers. Let them happen, otherwise you’ll stay in the same damn place you’ve always been, and until you know there is so much more awesomeness in the world you’ll be content in your tiny cocoon, spinning the same circles day in and day out. Your struggles are transforming you.

He watered my soul with love and attention, respect and adoration. He nourished my mind with intellectual stimulation.

With youEvery kiss is a poemEvery touch is narrative proseOur love is an unending saga InfiniteEternal.

She’s not particularly fond of red roses;too common, unoriginal, everyday-ish, but give her the rare rose, black or blue, to complement her melancholy spirit and dark soul and she lights up like the brightest star on the darkest night.