Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.
The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.
I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.
I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.
That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...
You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.