How….will I ever truly depict you?You’re perfect, my writing isn’t.
the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.
when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.
lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.
If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.
i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.
I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks
i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.
when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.
Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.
leave me a smilejust warm enough…to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.
A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.
i am alwaysstalking you, my dear. with my thoughtsmy words.my breath.
savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep…and last night’sdream.
Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.
my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.
a silent night. – the most eloquent poem i have ever read.
your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.
Do not turn me intorestless watersif you cannot promiseto be my stream.