Melody Lee Quotes

Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight.

Wildflowers can't be controlled, and neither can the girl with a soul boundless as the sky, and a spirit as free and wild as the ocean.

It takes a strong man to be with a woman full of fire and stars and all of October.

Her skin smells of vintage books and pale moonlight, exotic things, forbidden loves and rainy nights.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair, and stars in her soul.

My soul must reach into the clouds and touch the beauty of madness.

Don't tell a girl with fire in her veins and hurricane bones what she should and shouldn't do. In the blink of an eye, she will shatter that ridiculous cage you attempt to build around her beautiful bohemian spirit.

I keep stars in my pockets wear daisies in my hair but I tuck you tenderly in the folds of my heart and take you everywhere.

I have wolf blood and wolf bones... Don't expect me to graze with sheep.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip in love with, The kind of girl you never forget.

You'll find magic everywhere, even in dark, dusty corners, if you stop searching with your limited human eyes and instead feel with your naked soul.

I know a beautiful soul when I feel one. The empath in me honors the authentic in you.

When you find your twin flame you also find your freedom, for there is nothing more exhilarating, wild and free than absolute soul love.

Your soul is so bohemian, free and gypsy wild. Come swim with me in the calming sea, let's be mermaids for awhile.

From the ashes I rise. I am blooming into something radiant.

Wake up wild one! Your mind is a cageless bird waiting to fly to uncharted lands. Like the phoenix, you'll rise again with renewed vigor, clarity, compassion and insight.

She has wings the color of wild and a soul the color of art.

I'll always be the yearning poet bleeding ink chasing stars drunk on dreams.

She's burning and out of control and everything I love about fire.

Hair tangled with the wind Sun kissed face Lover of the forest the sea the sky and anything wild and free She’s a gypsy goddess.

She's a tangled mess of wild- a forest nymph, a goddess child. She's like the seductive sea - feral and fierce, calm and serene. She's the starfish swimming in my soul, the woman child who keeps me sane, who keeps me whole.

She's not stumbling, she's not lost. She's simply romancing her inner animal and falling in love with the wild part of her soul.

You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.

I want your scars, your darkness, your secrets. I want to see the interior of your soul.

You are not going to burn out, you're just beginning. You have an entire galaxy of stars burning fiercely inside of you and once the blaze begins it's impossible to annihilate. Passion can't be contained.

I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.

I could make love with you until the moon decides to never glow again.

We are all just humans trying to survive in this crazy world, in the spaces between birth and death.

I am skin, but underneath lives fire and stars and wild!

She’s a galaxy of bright hues, and her heart contains a universe of love. She is starlight.

They should have warned you that little princesses grow up to be red rocks and raging seas, fire dragons and warrior queens.

She is psychic a little voodoo magic soulful with cranberry lips eyes full of fantastic.

She doesn’t burn bridges, she covers them in gypsy flowers and feather kisses, then strolls along her merry way. Too heavy to carry grudges, she leaves love and hope droplets wherever she goes.

Remove the mask. Let me love the darkness you hide underneath.

Trying not to let your lack of depth bring out the irritable in me-- there is only so much shallow an ocean can handle.

Don't need a magic carpet to soar or wings to fly. I simply close my eyes and place my soul against the sky.

He felt like sin but tasted like love so what's a clumsy girl to do but stumble in delicious crazy love.

You're sexy and suave and you say the right things, but unless you can reach into my soul and tantalize my mind our connection will be null and void.

She’s always been a wild forest, a creature of the night.

The feeling of being both trapped and free at the same time is the most mind twisting feeling of all.

He wasn't like a moth attracted to her flame. No, he was like a vampire, in love with her eternal darkness.

He loved her like a roaring lion, even when she was most unlovable, and there's a lot to be said for that...that kind of fierce, raging, omnipotent love.

Be patient my little wild one, wondrous things take time. A pearl is hidden before it’s refined. A diamond’s luster is dull before revealing brilliant magnificent breathtaking shine.

Some people have hollow souls. They’ll see your light and like a moth to a flame, they’ll gravitate toward you. Be cautious, for these souls will attempt to steal your joy and try robbing the sparkle from your eyes.

She's a dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian hurricane.

He smelled like a wolf and I knew I should run, instead I opened my heart and invited him in for a bite.

I would rather dance alone under the stars than spend a lifetime hiding behind the moon.

Kiss her gypsy soul and love her for the wild rose she is.

You have dirty hands and dark wild eyes, but by far you are the purest heart I have ever known.

He is my thunderstorm, the lighting coursing through my veins. I am his hurricane, his colorful bow of rain.

You taste like Strawberry stars On my lips.

Get messy. Play in the dirt. Take a few falls, let them happen. Cuts and bruises, scrapes and scars are good for the soul – You bleed, you heal, you rise.

You’ve got to plant flowers in the center of your soul if you want to bloom.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.

Don’t bring confusion to my table. Bring flowers. Bring books. Bring cakes. But leave your indecisiveness behind. My heart is not up for breaking (again) and my time is precious. Don’t waste either on murky thoughts and cloudy thinking.

Always the wild child, conceived in flames, born of fire. Drawn to the forbidden, witch, warlock, burning stones. Her blood is made of moonlight; part dark, part light. Her heart, it's a sword; fiercely loyal and will fight to the death for those whom she loves. You can throw her in the fire, she always returns as a flame: the fervor is her anchor, her safe-haven... her blood.

Take me to that special place where you kiss me and the world forgets to exist.

Come, get entwined in the dream catcher of my heart.

You'll never be able to silence the woman who was born to write.

I contemplate the impossible and achieve madness. This is my blessing. This is my curse. My heaven, my hell.

If you're afraid of the thorn, you truly don't deserve the rose.

Old soul. Poet's heart. Warriors mind.

Your body is a temple and I'm in need of serious prayer.

Put the two of us together and we become like moonlight and fireflies... all burning and glowing and lighting up the night.

You broke me I’m trying to put all the pieces back together The process is taking longer than expected.

Save the drama for the queens. Stand alone be a wolf, a rebel, a warrior, a savage, a badass. Be anything but a damn drama queen!

I’ll always be the yearning poet Bleeding ink Chasing stars Drunk on dreams.

You can chain the dragon, but you’ll never tame the beast.

Don’t think for one second you can’t be anything you want to be— a warrior, a goddess, a queen-bee.

If I should get lost in all the chaos of the world, pull out your firefly net and catch me in the beauty of your tender love.

My hair smells of oceanic wind My eyes are two starfish The charming, turquoise sea is seducing me The rhythms of the calming Crashing waves are my guide Omnipotent, almost holy, They seek to cleanse my polluted soul Here, by the seductive sea, I am unshackled. I am free. I am me.

We were not of this world— Dancing with fireflies we lit up the night sky embracing the darkness and light within each other. We tasted of salt and earth and flesh. He dissolved in me, while I melted with him. Together, he and I became intensity, perfect insanity. Ethereal, eternal, omnipotent, limitless— We loved beyond this world.

A man once said of women, "Women are like roads, the more curves, the more fun, exciting and dangerous they are." While the evolved man smiles with class and confidence and says, women with more curves, twists and turns in her mind are the most beautiful, exciting, dangerous creatures alive. And the evolved woman, well, she will accept no less than the evolved man; a man with honor, dignity and depth.

She’s not particularly fond of red roses; too common, unoriginal, everyday-ish, but give her the rare rose, black or blue, to complement her melancholy spirit and dark soul and she lights up like the brightest star on the darkest night.

Don't blame my heart's appetite for how it chooses to feast, for my heart is a wild lover, an all-consuming beast.

Sometimes, the only things in this world that make sense are the moon, my madness and your hands messing up my hair, while your teeth sink into my soul.

Be with someone who willingly runs in the storm with you, not someone who cowers away because of turbulent winds.

I could make love with you until the mood decides to never glow again.

Don't be afraid to wake up your dream... give it a hard nudge, a toss of cold water... make it leap, make it fly. Dreams won't come to life without action.

Don't want a complicated love. Just want you to grab my demons, kiss my madness and run away with me.

You can't expect a wolf to play with you and not eventually bite.

I have an attraction to strange and unusual things. I find them interesting, spellbinding, utterly fascinating.

It's easy to hide behind a smile, that's why it is so important to search instead inside the eyes.

She doesn't trust easily, but when she does it's always with the devil himself.

I love the stars they always find a way to pull me away.

I'm a tad insane, but I promise you won't forget me.

He is the shadow that follows me into dark places.

Night time You’ll find her there Blooming Like a night rose.

Suddenly, two shooting stars collided. Our souls merged.

Their eyes met, their souls locked, you could feel heat as the love between them caught fire as an explosion of two souls bursting in the atmosphere.

Once you fall in love with her, you'll never recover.

Forbidden things— my God, I’m drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

He watered my soul with love and attention, respect and adoration. He nourished my mind with intellectual stimulation.

He was a maniac utterly devoted to loving me, and I loved him in return, unapologetically.

He permeated my heart with his adoring love he fed my body with his body, he doused my wanting desperate lips, my aching skin with sonnets and erotic intimacy.

You drink your whiskey, I’ll drink my wine. Later when we’re fevered and tipsy we’ll make savage love divine. Until then, let’s swim in the warm, opal sea of each other. Crash a few innocent waves, skinny dip, laugh and get lost in those blood-pumping hearts, and for a time forget all our broken parts.

Fireflies, to me, are nighttime butterflies, Dazzling the night with magical flashes of light. When I see these teeny tiny sparks dart in the night, I am overcome with a sense of comfort and calm, Same as when a butterfly flutters around me during the day. I’m drawn to the dance of both astonishing critters. They remind me of life. They remind me of hope.

They told me to pay attention to my heart; that it would lead me to my purpose, my passion. So, I did, I listened closely to the timbre of my heart and it always brought me back to you.

You are the calmest, fiercest person I know, and that is enough to draw me into your world and woo me into your heart. I've always enjoyed a good paradox and puzzle. You are no exception.

Don't think for second you are not a badass warrior. That's precisely your problem, you don't realize how amazingly brilliant and super kickass you are. Your potential is only limited by your mind.

Unusual things, they quickly grab my attention. Messy hair and rainy days are my kinds of perfection, but I mostly love when you kiss me hard and take me beyond this realm to that holy place I only find with you.

The moon glistens in her dreamy eyes as she frolics in the dark forest. She’s got wild overgrowing in her bones, and tangles upon tangles of midnight weaving through her long silky hair, this belle of the night.

When you are lost in the right way, you don't go back to being found in the wrong way.

I loved you unabashedly in the rain, you were real, raw, accustomed to pain. I loved you mostly in the rain, where you exposed your broken soul, unashamed, dancing despite it all.

We didn't just bump into each other or randomly meet. It was more like a soul collision, meant to be.

When it comes to matters of the heart and soul, I'm not a falling kind of girl. I'm more of a slamming, crashing, erupting...

Kiss with your soul, where lips can never reach. Touch with your eyes, penetrate deep. Love every part, fully, complete.

It's her black wings that make her beautiful.

Promise me you'll stay and I promise to haunt you in the most heavenly way - with dark devotion and deep emotion.

I like your mind when it plays with mine. We harmonize, like a dirty sweet symphony.

Her stories were made of badass women teasing monsters and running wild with dragons.

You're too sane for a lunatic girl like me. You live in reality, while I tango in the jungle of my imagination making love to firecracker dreams.

Occasionally you can hear her howl, when the sky is black and the moon is full.

I want your naked soul or nothing at all.

When the world is too much, create your own. I do it every day.

Her wings have been clipped for centuries, yet she still takes flight at night when the moon is full and bright.

She’s far from ordinary; she’s a rare breed, a black rose, a deep soul, a gypsy heart, a bright star. Or you could simply say, she’s magic.

She has a quiet voice and a loud mind. Her eyes reflect an internal shine, her heart’s divine

As I lay like a corpse in this dreamy insomniac dimension, I spit quotes out of thin air and pluck strands from my red hair.

You will find all the riches you ever need in the center of your heart. Go there. Explore.

She was the night, in love with the stars, always chasing the moon. He was an early cup of coffee, in love with her wild ocean breeze, her mischievous ways, her childish play.

Go places, everywhere you can See the world— Bring a journal, a camera Try new foods Meet new people, make new friends Different cultures Bring you to your authentic self.

I want your lips upon my mouth to breathe you in and keep you there to sink my teeth into your skin to feel your soul and taste your mind

He felt like sin but tasted like love so, what’s a clumsy girl to do but stumble in delicious rapturous love.

Love does not always make perfect sense; that does not make it any less real, that does not make it any less ours.

Take me to that special place where you kiss me and the world forgets to exist fears evaporate insecurities obliterate.

Your love feels like a fresh start and tastes like I want forever with you.

Electric interaction arose from our skin. I was learning him, he was discovering me.

Your body captured my attention, but it was your soul that held my gaze.

What frightens me most is feeling dead, while having a pulse.

You have that faraway look in your eyes that makes me want to pull you into my dreams, bring you to your knees worshiping me - desperately. You, the nectar and the muse of my poetry.

She was the storm, could be found by the sea, sometimes lost in the tides. He was the calm, gently embracing her currents, guiding her back to shore. She, secure in his infinite love.

Storms, those whirlwinds and symphonies in the sky, nourish her midnight soul and comfort her gypsy spirit. Those tempests amplify the starlight in her eyes, the moonbeams in her veins.

Her eyes, full of ancient, sacred wisdom. Her bones, deposits of inherited bravery. She is a proud descendant of strong, courageous women who went to the stakes fighting for their truths.

I belong with the trees, the wind, the earth beneath my feet. I belong in the land of enchanting things. But mostly, I belong entwined in your kiss, lost, yet wild and free, pure bliss, like poetry.

I knew he was the one when he mended my wings and looked forward to where they would take me. Embrace those who encourage your growth... who don't fear the journey into Wonderland, Neverland, Whereverland.

Where you see scars I see art Where you see flaws I see incredible beauty Where you see failures I see knowledge and growth Everything is perception You see with your eyes I see with my soul It’s how you rock And how I roll.

Groomed and clean cut are fine and dandy, but I want to run with the mad ones; the ones comfortable playing in overgrown forests, rolling in leaves, dancing under a scorching sun. The ones not afraid of getting dirty. Not afraid of burning.

You are strange. A deep sea of mystery. Tangled mix of starlight and darkness. A beautiful mess, and I am devastatingly drawn to every curve of your mind, every dark scar on your body.You are the epitome of art - dynamic, strange and beautiful.

Some blazes can’t be extinguished; some forces can’t be controlled. And I will love you whether you want me to or not. There is no other way for me to exist without love, the soul bursting, heart-exploding kind of powerful magnetic love we crave.

Didn’t know anyone could see it,” Samuel said. “You know, Lee, I think of my life as a kind of music, not always good music but still having form and melody. And my life has not been a full orchestra for a long time now. A single note only—and that note unchanging sorrow. I’m not alone in my attitude, Lee. It seems to me that too many of us conceive of a life as ending in defeat.

I'm the girl that goes backwards, takes wrong turns, stumbles in the dark. I'm also the girl that finds gold where others feared to stray. Perhaps because I follow my heart instead of sage advice thrown my way. I don't want to become numb by always playing it safe. Many of our most cherished times happen when we shatter the damn box, step off the safety zone and listen to the sound of our soul.

I am simply a complicated girl Mesmerized by mystery Enchanted with shadows Intrigued by glitter and gray in each of us A girl fascinated with word-play; Paradoxes, ironies, conundrums In love with adventure and curious about the world A girl who feels and dreams deeply Loves passionately Lives recklessly But about all else, I am a girl insanely in love with you! You are my greatest inspiration!

I am an artist, and a rebel one at that. I live in the voluptuous dimension of imagination, so if you're expecting normalcy (dullness) from me, sorry to disappoint, but you're quite mistaken. Ordinary is not my best attire, I've tried it and normal just never fit quite right. I will always be the crazy one who believes in magic, unicorns and impossible dreams. But also love, compassion and empathy.

She adored fairy tales, yet derived great reward rewriting them to the melody of her own warrior soul. Her fairytales weren’t made of desperate girls being rescued by handsome spoiled princes. Her stories were made of badass women teasing monsters and running wild with dragons.

I wanted to punch something. Wanted to scream. Wanted to run away. Instead, I went to my center, my heart, where I purged my raging emotions. I pleaded for answers, when suddenly a gentle calm washed over me Love wrapping limbs around me, I found an inner peace. Serenity. All within.

It wasn’t her hypnotic eyes that drew him in or the wild sway of her hips; it was that devil’s blood-red lipstick smeared all over her chubby angel lips. He shivered with the magnitude of impending heaven and hell in one woman. He crashed into heaven while crossing the thresholds of hell.

I was told if I fell in love with a poet I would become immortal, so I decided to become the poet and make all those who touched my soul, eternal. I write friends and lovers into my stories, weaving them into fragments of sonnets and prose, the nectar of my poetry. My muses, perennial… Evergreen.

Pour yourself a cup of steaming coffee, honey, then come pour yourself into me. I need you like you need your morning fix. You need me to breathe. And today I need you to love me like a storm. Love is the only thing that will heal our tormented hearts. Love is the only thing that will set us free.

When you shattered her, oh how you allowed all kinds of free-flowing magical rainbow light to enter. You allowed a cleansing. A purification. Who would’ve known breaking could be so damn beautiful! I say, break baby. Let the shattered pieces split you wide open and let light enter through all cracks and crevices.

He loved the curves on her body, her soft skin and pouty lower lip, her deep soulful eyes. He adored her voice; sometimes sultry, sometimes fiery. Her laugh, her playfulness... he adored it all. But what really turned him on were the curves in her mind, the twists and turns, the fire, the brilliance - and her compassionate heart; the beat of it harmonizing so sweetly and perfectly with the beat of his. The whole package was beyond thrilling... yet her mind, her heart, those were the immortal aphrodisiacs.

Sometimes the enemy walks beside you, holds your hand and kisses your pretty lips.

Your eyes were the bait luring me into your world. Your kiss was the trap door keeping me prisoner there.

She's just a girl who dreams too deeply for this world.

Those things that take my breath away become the ocean-complex and deep-and I'm prone to drowning in beautiful things. Like you.

You drive me crazy, but you keep my sane.

She was a restless soul. Born with black wings and a gypsy heart.

Accidental, unintended connections are the best concocted by the universe long before realizing the moon's heartbeat was waiting for you.

Once our souls collided and caught fire, there was no turning back. Love is a collision of two stars -- it's as simple and as complicated as that.

You carry stories under your bright sad eyes, bag loads and I wish to god I could help you unload.

You think you know me, I've barely peeled back one layer.

Some can't handle the fiery poet, how she rips into souls burning words into prose.

You will be my thunder. I'll be your lightning. Even the heavens will rage with jealousy.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip on love with. The kind of girl you never forget.

When you committed to love me, cherish me, be only with me, protect my heart, I took all that literally. Silly me.

His fangs sank deep into my heart. He made me his. He possessed me like a demon and loved me like his life depended on it.

When the world is too much, create your own. I do it everyday.

With poetry, rules are meant to be broken. And that's the beauty of poetry; it's rebellious, like me.

You became moon dust in my soul, I couldn't quite brush you away because somehow you always returned to haunt my heart.

While you were busy working on your ego, she was busy working on her soul.

There is a beast within my heart. She plays immaculately with the beauty in my soul.

She has one hell of a dark soul, but damn, it’s so full of light!

She’s over the top rebellious, but damn her heart overflowing with insane love. She shakes thing up. Doesn’t play by rules and certainly fits in nobody’s pretty perfect box.

I fell out of love with him and he thought I fell in love with someone else, I did. I fell in love with me.

You were nothing more than a daydream that a beautiful heart was bound to fall in love with, and daydreams aren't real and beautiful hearts trust easily, fall fast and crash hard.

Her skin smelled like the twilight moon and her eyes looked primal, like a hungry animal. She was darkness – dangerous, beautiful darkness.

She burns like the sun Beautiful when she comes undone No restraints Pure passion flowing through her veins Madness refusing to be tamed.

Silence can be lovely or disturbing, depending on the source.

Leave the comfort of your dark cocoon... Allow your imagination to take flight. Embrace those marvelous magical wings and soar!

They told me to pay attention to my heart; that it would lead me to my purpose, my passion. So I did, I listened closely to the beat of my heart and it always brought me back to you.

They say mountains don't really move when you fall in love. I don't believe them, because I swear I saw mountains move the moment I fell in love with you. And I swear I feel the ground shake every single time we touch. And when we kiss, hot liquid stars tumble from the sky, searing my skin. Don't tell me there is no such thing as magic. Our love has proven them wrong.

Lionhearted woman carrying silver swords beneath your skin. Your heart is huge, copious courage you hold within. You fight and never give in when the cause is worthy, brave valiant woman.

She’s into authentic hearts and mind shattering conversations. Good music and quirky art. Weirdness and eccentric people. Love, kindness and genuine souls. She’s into all this and so much more.

Some days she is delicate, vulnerable and soft. Other days she is a lioness; courageous, determined, unafraid. Always she is a goddess, a tenacious warrior’s heart. She is you, him and her. No one is without flaws, yet we are all flawless. Quite the contraction, still, so very true. Never underestimate your worth your beauty or your strength. You are everything you can imagine and so much more.

Take her on a date to a book store—So she may get a better idea of who you are…to see your expressions while perusing the classics, poetry, erotica. She needs to see how you react to books she adores. Will your eyes light up when she asks you to read to her some more? She wants to experience how you taste your words. She wants to know if you get lost in different worlds and if you find magic when you gaze into a book. For her, this will be the initial hook.

Off the Santorini cliff on a dark, starless night, I tossed a message in a bottle and love found me washed up on the black lava sand of the Aegean shore. As with my previous loves, volcanic in nature. Almost destructive before it started.

If you see her staring into space, probably her mind is in a deep poetic embrace or a story is brewing in her clever little head. This girl is in a trance, it will pass, just let her be until she has completed her beautiful internal dance.

Don’t rule out magic in ordinary things. Simply open your heart Expand your mind and believe. Magic is all around; it can be felt in raindrops touching your cheeks and seen in rainbows after a storm. Falling in love is also a magical thing.

Come play with my wild - I need my hair pulled, my lips kissed, your tender caress. I need your savage, I need your gentle. Only you know how to embrace my fire, the secrets I desire. Come play with my wild and I'll love you like there's no tomorrow.

Class Act. She's a first class act, graced with refinement and tact. But hold on! She has a beastly witty mind, a feral appetite for adventure, and a savage need for primal love! She's beautifully twisted, so before you take the plunge be sure you can swim deep.

neuroscientists monitored guitarists playing a short melody together, they found that patterns in the guitarists’ brain activity became synchronized. Similarly, studies of choir singers have shown that singing aligns performers’ heart rates. Music seems to create a sense of unity on a physiological level. Scientists call this phenomenon synchrony and have found that it can elicit some surprising behaviors. In studies where people sang or moved in a coordinated way with others, researchers found that subjects were significantly more likely to help out a partner with their workload or sacrifice their own gain for the benefit of the group. And when participants rocked in chairs at the same tempo, they performed better on a cooperative task than those who rocked at different rhythms. Synchrony shifts our focus away from our own needs toward the needs of the group. In large social gatherings, this can give rise to a euphoric feeling of oneness—dubbed “collective effervescence” by French sociologist Émile Durkheim—which elicits a blissful, selfless absorption within a community.

You’re human. You can’t be a “motivational speaker” every damn day of your life. It’s okay to have dark days. Allow yourself to go there, then come back up with a gusto, like you always do. You’re an angel, but you’re also human. Don’t beat yourself up for being authentic.

I didn’t know anyone could see it,” Samuel said. “You know, Lee, I think of my life as a kind of music, not always good music but still having form and melody. And my life has not been a full orchestra for a long time now. A single note only—and that note unchanging sorrow. I’m not alone in my attitude, Lee. It seems to me that too many of us conceive of a life as ending in defeat.” Lee said, “Maybe everyone is too rich. I have noticed that there is no dissatisfaction like that of the rich. Feed a man, clothe him, put him in a good house, and he will die of despair.

He doesn't love me in an ordinary fashion, with flower petals and saccharine words. He loves me sublimely, dirty words and filthy thoughts. He fists my hair and pushes me down. He grabs my face, he tastes my lips, devouring me with venom kisses and vampire bites. That's how he loves me; Recklessly, yet lovingly, down to the depths and desperateness of my lonely bones. He understands me: my needs, my hungers, my cravings, desires. He is the only one who has ever gotten to my core, my soul! He completes me, makes me holy. Cinder and crimson unite, infinite combustion.

We met at the blue lagoon on the even of a full moon. Dancing wild like those gypsy girls, with their messy hair and glittering eyes. We made magic behind the mangrove trees and ended up with bruised knees, as the sound of the win and the waves serenaded us late into the sweet bohemian night.

I love it when you meet an angel on Earth and they have no idea that's what they are; a human angel, an angel covered in skin. They hare the best kinds of humans to know. As your eyes widen, as you evolve and your soul is receptive, you will encounter and recognize these angels on Earth more and more.

When catastrophe strikes compassion and love unite. A storm can't break the spirit of love. A storm may crack your windows, tear off your roof, wreck your house, but it absolutely cannot destroy the foundation you hold within yourself. Stay strong. Stay rooted. Carry love in your heart, always, and know the sacred things in life can't be touched.

Don’t be afraid of your struggles, they are making you dangerously strong and wise. They are preparing you for your superpowers. Let them happen, otherwise you’ll stay in the same damn place you’ve always been, and until you know there is so much more awesomeness in the world you’ll be content in your tiny cocoon, spinning the same circles day in and day out. Your struggles are transforming you.

Don’t be afraid of your struggles, they are making you dangerously strong and wise. They are preparing you for your superpowers. Let them happen, otherwise you’ll stay in the same damn place you’ve always been, and until you know there is so much more awesomeness in the world and within you, you’ll be content in your tiny cocoon, spinning the same circles day in and day out. Your struggles are transforming you.

He unlocked the gate to the darkest part of his soul, the part hidden from the world, and welcomed me to his entire Kingdom. He released the bolt lifting the steel chamber that protected my heart for so long, because with him hiding was no longer necessary, guarding was pointless....I was free.....to be me, entirely and truly to the darkest fiercest root, to the brightest beam of light....to become the queen of his throne, the ruler of his joy. We loved beyond comprehension, in the light and the dark, under blue and purple moons and rain-bows of fire. We were the mates to our souls. He was my King, I his Queen, in his Wonderland where he took me, kissed me and loved me, all of me, every day, tire-lessly, relentlessly, protecting me, reassuring me I was his heart, and he was mine. I was Kingdom. He was my Throne. With vows until the end of time.