Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

When you're locked up in here for life, you learn to welcome the little freedoms.

Sometimes we place faith in the wrong people for the right reasons. We're too blind to their faults, and they're too blind to appreciate us.—Brighton Hayes

I've learned ... that no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.

Be assured that God does more in us than we for Him; and that what we do is only for Him in proportion as it is He Himself who works it in us.

These athletes can be considered the gods in certain ways and the fans can be considered parishioners.

I have wished you something None of the others would.

General propositions do not decide concrete cases. The decision will depend on a judgment or intuition more subtle than any articulate major premise.

An aspersion upon my parts of speech!

My audience doesn't agree with me on everything, but I love my audience, because they're totally okay with us having a dialogue.

Sad songs seem to work for me, but I don't want to be redundant; I want to add a little flavor.