In your light, I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no one sees, but you.
That Distance – is a Kind – of Near, when Hearts are Neighbors.
Some people weren't meant to be tamed. They were meant to run wild and free, until they find someone just as wild to run with.
Love is not always fireworks; sometimes, it's the quiet warmth of a shared fire on a cold night.
Love isn't a grand declaration; it's the quiet understanding in the shared silences.
Love, when genuine, is a patient gardener, tending carefully to the delicate bloom of affection.
Every great love story begins with a foolish act of courage.
Love isn't a destination; it's the compass that guides us through the wilderness.
Love is not a fleeting fancy, but a garden cultivated with patience and care.
Love, like a rare orchid, demands constant tending or it will silently fade away.
Love isn't a destination; it's the journey itself.
The heart that knows true love, knows also the bittersweet ache of longing.
To romanticize the world is to make us aware of the magic, wonder and mystery of it.
True love is not about grand gestures, but the quiet understanding that passes between two souls.
The pursuit of true love is the greatest adventure of all.
A woman's heart is a garden, and love is the most precious bloom she can cultivate there.
Love is not always about grand gestures; it's often found in the quiet moments.
True love is a dance, a delicate waltz where two souls move as one, guided by trust and affection.
Love isn't always grand gestures; sometimes, it's the little things that matter most.
Love isn't always fireworks. Sometimes, it's the quiet warmth of a shared sunrise.
The most profound love stories are not always the easiest, but they are always worth fighting for.
A woman's heart is a delicate flower; it blooms with love and withers with neglect.
A fleeting glance can ignite a flame, but it is the slow burn of understanding and trust that creates a lasting love.
Love isn't about finding the perfect person; it's about seeing an imperfect person perfectly.
Love is a tapestry woven with threads of laughter, trust, and unwavering devotion.
A woman's heart is a delicate flower; it needs constant tending and adoration to truly blossom.
Love is a dangerous game, but a life without love is hardly a life at all.
Love is a tempest, a gentle breeze, a fleeting shadow, and an eternal sun.