I cry looking at our reality, through slave eyes. I bet they would say our generation has crossed the line.
Conditional love. Far from Gods original love.
I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.
A good woman comes in all shapes and colors. When you find her, adore her.
If I cannot fix your broken heart can I put mine in its place, because these stars are not enough, and all the money in the world does not equal your worth.
Romance her, enhance her, desire her, put her first.
I must find you. So I travel to the depths of hell and conquer perverse monsters and repulsive demons and the deceitful vicious devil himself to find the truth.
We simply can’t feel fulfilled by love we pay for.
Impulsive passion please set me free.
The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears.
Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.
Reminiscent of a diamond, she is gifted, privileged, and positioned to glisten.
Her silhouette never has regrets.
Your love is like star sky showers and magenta unicorns.
You are my reality, fantasy, daydream, fairytale, music, more than the princess in Cinderella; you are much more than a traditional myth.
Creation of a pregnant imagination.
Frequent friction when love becomes political.
You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth. You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must know that love will always uncover the truth.
I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands.
In you I see an immaculate woman full of feminine grace and untarnished beauty.