Meet me where the falling stars live, where wishes don't need courage to exist.

The night, the moon and the thought of you softening everything inside me.

You will always be beautiful to the souls meant to love you.

Every time I close my eyes, I fall again not into sleep, but into the endless dream of you.

Tomorrow or forever, I'm dreaming of you.

Summer Interlude (Ingmar Bergman, 1951)

I'm lost in silence with no whisper to pull me out.

kisses, the color of sunshine

the audacity of the heart to love without boundaries

love does not know ending or beginning, it just is and it will always be

of all the places I have travelled, the journey to my heart was the most precious

When you are quiet, I will leave a voice note of my heartbeat; it’s yours when you can’t find your own.

Are our souls mirroring each other in silent longing, across the distance that separates us?

Not everyone is meant to understand your words.

We are made of fading light.

Summer nights and your lips like a cool breeze across my skin.

Even in a room full of voices, I ache for the one that is silent.

move on, upwards, sideways, anyways from that which no longer serves you

I can never think straight when I am feeling deep

the freedom after letting go of what we desperately think we want

Softly drifting off to sleep, to dream of you.

My soul won't sleep unless it dreams in your voice.

Some connections transcend time and logic; they simply are.

cross the bridge and meet me where you can hear my soul speak

hand to heart... to be understood is more exquisite than desire

She's the kind of soft that ruins you for anything fake…

when it's dark and hopeless my paper lantern heart will brighten your path

In the game of hearts, every move made has been with you in mind.

I write until my hands hurt more than my heart

I just want to wrap my whole heart around you.

one is never more alive than when one is in love

move on, upwards, sideways, anyways from that which no longer serves you

your life is not tied to the people who leave you

Send me a playlist of road songs that lead to you.

The stars know that the centre of my palm has a line that needs you to come home.

As long as I walk beneath the golden sun, I will always remember the moon within the gentle eyes that once gave me light.

I could listen to you forever—not just to the words, but to the love tucked inside them.

My soul is empty without you, trapped in a starless sky.

Every opportunity I get to think of you..I do and I miss you…..

To bury my face in your art…

a bond that overshadows everything broken

Poetry Is the sound Of my heart Skidding across The floor Again…

the love within me, is the greatest confirmation that love exists how could it not be, when I feel it so deeply

Love is not a lesson to be learned. It's a fire to be endured.

in a world of blue

Love makes a home of flowers in you and asks you to unfold like one.