she will change the world someday, her cure of love in a world gone mad; is the gentle kind of touch that will teach women to grow and men to rise.

She wasn't ordinary, I liked her that way. Mystery oozed from her pours as she walked so lightly I could have mistaken her for an angel.

Manifestation is like a flower, you must put so much intent into its energy before you can sight its beauty.

And how unfair it would be to torture your heart in never feeling again, because of a feeling you haven't even tried to understand yet.