He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

You spoke to her in hidden dreams...and smiled at her through open doors. She felt your secret love surround her at times. And while alone she felt your breath heartbeat and more... Serenity of hers is never-ending soothing....it leads lures calls you... Ah timeless burning flame.. Her kiss is ocean salty water you drink and thirst increases...you long and pray for more...

I write letters to you that youll never see.

In the old days when travelers would get lost they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

He looked at me that first day like he had just found something hed lost a thousand years ago.

Dreams begin when you stop to pick up the penny - you realize the continual effort you must endure to have something worth obtaining.

Prayer faith and vision plus real effort too.Blend them together for one potent brewThe magical spell to your dreams coming true.

Love is the castle doubt is the moat desire is the paddle and hope is the boat.

...How terrible those dreams before sleep werethe worse kind mixing hope with despair...

Lovers have lived so long with giants and elves they wont believe again in their own size.