You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.

When it comes to matters of the heart and soul, I'm not a falling kind of girl. I'm more of a slamming, crashing, erupting...

Sometimes, the only things in this world that make sense are the moon, my madness and your hands messing up my hair, while your teeth sink into my soul.

Kiss with your soul, where lips can never reach. Touch with your eyes, penetrate deep. Love every part, fully, complete.

You have that faraway look in your eyes that makes me want to pull you into my dreams, bring you to your knees worshiping me - desperately. You, the nectar and the muse of my poetry.

Promise me you'll stay and I promise to haunt you in the most heavenly way - with dark devotion and deep emotion.

Your eyes were the bait luring me into your world. Your kiss was the trap door keeping me prisoner there.

They told me to pay attention to my heart; that it would lead me to my purpose, my passion. So I did, I listened closely to the beat of my heart and it always brought me back to you.

You drive me crazy, but you keep my sane.