the higher and higher we fly on our wing of love, the smaller and smaller we appear to those who have yet discovered that they have wings
there she was, so full of delicious colors, impossible not to look at, impossible not to love...so profoundly aligned into my being, with this radiance of beauty so powerful and warming, that even after she left, my world still glowed in her afterglow
love is the way across life. love is your crossing. love is the bridge that connects you to the only thing that matters
yes, you need to cross your t's and dot your i's...but more importantly, cross your bridges and open your eyes
how can you be holding me from doing what i want to do, when all i want to do is hold you?
love can sometimes achieve the impossible, just like light can sometimes shine through a rainstorm of clouds
