He is the shadow that follows me into dark places.

Intoxicate me with the beauty and breath of your soul.Leave such imprints on my heart that you come to me in dreams,and I will leave you with eternal light,cherishing you until the end of time through synchronicity, through poetry, through mystery and undeniable energy.

She’s always been a wild forest,a creature of the night.

You are an exquisite masterpiece,created from the stars, the sun,the sea and the moon.And that is one hell of a colossal cosmic collaboration!

Off the Santorini cliff on a dark, starless night, I tossed a message in a bottle and love found me washed up on the black lava sand of the Aegean shore. As with my previous loves, volcanic in nature. Almost destructive before it started.

He is my thunderstorm, the lighting coursing through my veins. I am his hurricane, his colorful bow of rain.

She adored fairy tales,yet derived great rewardrewriting them to the melody of her own warrior soul.Her fairytales weren’t made of desperate girlsbeing rescued by handsomespoiled princes.Her stories were made of badass womenteasing monstersand running wild with dragons.

Your love was a vine - enchanting and beautiful, crawling around my heart and up my throat; then it strangled me. Your love, hauntingly tragic.

Occasionally you can hear her howl, when the sky is black and the moon is full.