… If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or...
I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and...
leave me a smilejust warm enough…to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.
‘Encores!’ is, to me, a wonderful, warm, welcoming place, and I hope it always will be.
I’m part wood nymph. I require mountains and warm, dense patches of moss to thrive.
Only tears can hear the sound of pain when warm blood reddens discolored stain
Hope greets your desires warmly while doubts insult your efforts bitterly!
Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.
stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.
some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.
all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.
The sex with Mandy was good, but it wasn’t like warm apple pie.
Your embrace feels like slipping the key in the front door.
He is a type of our best — our rarest. Electrical, I was going to say, beyond anyone, perhaps, ever was: charged, surcharged. Not a founder of new philosophies — not of that build. But a towering magnetic presence, filling the air about with light, warmth, inspiration. A great intellect, penetrating, in ways (on his...