“One of your curls could fall striking me with the genius of a million masterpieces without you even noticing the violent storms of my love.”
“Words to feed your passion. Thought to stoke your flickering embers. I see your unseen fires & feed it with my timber.”
“You breathe into my words & animate them with life. I d fall from heaven a trillion times over to die in the softness of your paradise.”
“Your eyes border on the miraculous the way they resurrect my smile.”
“Sometimes I find myself arguing with her hips because her walk is so mean.”
“Your alternate dimension keeps crashing into this one & love s got me experiencing symptoms without ever getting sick of you.”
“Sometimes it takes a lot of Joe to find the Joe who’s right.”
“To lovers out there… We love and what when we cannot love anymore. We Leave. We don’t fight, abuse, Violet, Beat, Bruise, Emotional drained and blackmail, Rape, Kill, Poison, Hurt, distress, torment , lie about other person to destroy their reputation and to hurt them back. We leave the ones that hurt and that don’t appreciate us to find better ones that we will love and they will love us back”
“To lovers out there… It is important to let the people you are dating, married to or your are with that you Love them. They might know but they need to hear it now and then.”
“Most great men are turned off by women who fail to see their greatness.”
“Make love to her mind but don’t leave her mindfucked.”
“She’s a tornado in a tank top leaving wreckage in her wake.”
“A truly sensual woman almost never gets heartbroken. Why? Because she doesn t attract heartbreakers in the first place, and not that the men she attracts are perfect, but I think the universe seems to value her a little bit too much.”
“When I saw you I knew the universe had mastered my love language & I d go through any amount of anguish to be a student of its genius.”
“Your sensuality has divine mandate to protect you.”
“A soulmate is a romantic partner who really understands the needs of your soul, mind and body with little or no explanation needed.”
“Dating. The word alone roused fear in her, confusion as to how to begin, and—worst—a disgusting, chilling whisper that assured her she wasn’t attractive enough or woman enough or whatever enough to keep a man long term. Yikes. Um . . . no wonder she’d been hiding behind dowdy clothes and her beloved spinster persona. It was time, past time, to stop hiding. To move beyond the scars Harrison had left. To repair her self-image. And to step into the future wearing a pair of fashionable high heels.”