Love passed me by and I failed to get the plates.

I am not looking for a “perfect” man. Only one who matches me on an emotional, spiritual, sexual, and intellectual level.

There is a difference between depression and sadness. I am happy to be sad.

Love shouldn’t feel like the Hunger Games. There should not be a constant struggle for survival.

I feel like I have lost all control. I am going to roll with it.

Garnish your food with romance.

I want to be some body’s dumplin’. I’m not chicken.

Part of me wanted to give him a piece of my mind. He didn’t get it as a whole, so I will keep my peace.

Life is forgiving and amazing. Embrace it. Cultivate it. Make it yours!

I squeegeed my third eye and could see only you.

Affection is invaluable. I will accept your heart as payment and change your mind.

I want to need you.

Better to be able to love than to be loveable.

There are no wrong answers only different perspectives. With that being said, some perspectives are certainly better than others.

Open your heart and we will melt the key.

Wolves and Doves mate for life. I hope in the next life I am one of the two.

During self-reflection, the realization came that revolution begins within.

If you ignore the red flags, embrace the heartache to come.

My heart is flooded with love. Drowning is the way to go.

If I could bottle kindness, I wonder if formaldehyde would preserve it.

Affection is the source of self-confidence, happiness, security, and a comfortable mental state.

I’ve got you!

The only things flawless about me are my flaws.

I spent the day running through the woods like a wild animal. Being chased by you is the only thing that would have made it more romantic.

The day you were born the angels whispered, “She is going to love him until the day she dies.

He is a unicorn. I want to gently capture him and bring him back to my lab for research.

Alphabet soup is my magic eight ball. Served hot or cold, words are delicious.

A light rain touches my cheek like an angel’s butterfly kisses.

I hope your only rocky road is chocolate.

Finding love should not cause you to lose your mind.

Your love is the platform for my passion manifesto.

I need to be touched emotionally and physically.

I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.

Love may be a ring that has no end, but the logic is far from circular.

Passion is a cobweb duster for the mind.

I will track right on down to hell to pull your ass out of the fire.

I had a dream I named my boat after you. I love to raise your mast.

I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind.