I do not want to sleepfor fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest starfor fear I may never knowhow the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

...we need to stop plotting the course and instead just land the plane on our plans to make a difference by getting to the "do" part of faith.

For every fact there is an infinity of hypotheses.The more you look the more you see.

He cannot think. He can scarcely breathe. But he has no desire to either, he simply wants to keep kissing her.

The deviant and the conformist...are creatures of the same culture, inventions of the same imagination.

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.

What we women need to do, instead of worrying about what we don't have, is just love what we do have.

Bravo can't be responsible for the mental state of every single person that comes onto their network.

Everybody wants to get along with everyone else in the sandbox. I'm that kind of kid, you know what I mean? That will never change about me.

Let go of your story so the Universe can write a new one for you.

[the war in Iraq] "could have terrifically good effects troughout the Middle East