Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.

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.

I am in revolt against the age-old lie that the majority is always right.

The opposite of "never enough" isn't abundance or "more than you could ever imagine." The opposite of scarcity is enough...

It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible.

There is no road to wealth so easy and respectable as that of matrimony.

I didn't have any pets growing up.

Nothing is too small a subject for prayer, because nothing is too small to be the subject of God's care.

All of us have to figure out our own passion, our own journey. Follow your heart.

You don't need a geochache for this one." "You don't, huh?" "Nope.. here I am. Here I am.

There was never a golden era of American radio as far as I can tell.

I fell in love with Rwanda the moment I saw those verdant, rolling hills rise up beneath the wings of the plane as we descended toward Kigali airport.