I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.
We simply can’t feel fulfilled by love we pay for.
Lily white’s petals are at my feet anticipating the moment in which adventure and odyssey meet.
Frequent friction when love becomes political.
Impulsive passion please set me free.
Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.