swimming in the sea can be like a lover. One day, lifting you, high on the surf and the next, pulling you, drowning your very breath.

Is becoming accustomed to pain worth the cost?

We often tip-toe into love, searching for a light in the dark - it's always much easier with a hand to hold

If only the seasons could retreat, my winter wounds would heal this summer.

Beneath a heavy moon my heart cries for your return.

After the rains have ebbed my endless love will flow for you.

Taking the bubbling brook of life for granted is all very well, until it cracks and dries.

Depression is like a shadow; sometimes invisibly faint, sometimes so dense it smothers out all light.

It's ironic, once we're old enough to understand love, we're then, too damn old to enjoy it.

Finding your one true love, is like winning the lottery. Don't fritter it away!