Your heart is the beacon, your heart is the storm. Dare to embrace it; you'll never be torn.

Remembrance of our kiss brings not your lips nor mine to mind. The flesh can only envy consumption so divine.

It is interesting to note that poetry, a literary device whose very construct involves the use of words, is itself the word of choice by persons grasping to describe something so beautiful it is marvelously ineffable.

Ideals do exist, the rest is just temporary interruption.

How do we define consciousness, or what has been called the human soul or the spirit, if it can't be quantified as matter or a particle?.. It can be quantified or observed just by a process of elimination.

It is an awesome thing to comprehend that what a human being dreams and imagines can be realized.

Your heart is the beacon, your heart is the storm. Dare to embrace it; you'll never be torn.