I don't want perfect I want something real. Something that makes me feel.

I will always be the ever-hopeful completely hopeless romantic.

Only the heart knows...what it did for love.

Many fall for her wild heart but so few know how to love her.

You don't always have to understand someone in order to love them.

I had the wind knocked out of me today after I picked myself back up I decided I would become the fucking hurricane instead.

I wanted to feel my life while I was living it. I did not want to get to the end of my life not loving what I was meant to love.

She wants a warrior lover, with wild eyes, strong hands and a poet's heart.

And, most days she survives on coffee, poetry and love...romancing herself back to life.