Love is when you give a person the complete ability to break you into a million pieces, but trust him enought not to.

I would die without your sweet kisses, your soothing whispers, your gentel caresses, your strong embrases.

I'm here, drowning in the sorrowfull shadows of my own crazed mind's insanity...right where you left me.

---Time heals all wounds...but, I'm still waiting---

Behind a face of controlled sanity, lies chaotic confussion. Poisonous secrets threaten to corrupt, the fragile world we have built.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live witthout and know we cannot live within

Woe to the one whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love, and to put its trust in life

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only what you are expecting to give - which is everything.

Sweet is the dream, divinely sweet, when absent souls in fantasy meet.

The heart has its reasons, which reasons it knows not of.