Regret is an appalling waste of time.
You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom.
Wind moving through grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion I don't even understand.
You have never been curious about me; you never wanted to explore my soul.
I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.
we cling to our last pleasures as the tree clings to its last leaves.