The irony of the human heart is that it’s tormented both by the presence and absence of it’s own soul’s counterpart.

Even before we met and long after we’re both gone, my heart lives inside of yours. I’m forever and ever in love with you.

Every word you’ve ever said, is written somewhere in my mind.

We’ll meet again, but you’re a lifetime away, and I need you now.

Do you ever think of me when you look up at the moon and the stars? When you look into the horizon as the sun sets? We’re looking at the same sun, and the stars...

When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.

You have had me spinning for days, for I am drunk off the words that flow endlessly from your deep red lips that taste of wine.