After the rains have ebbed my endless love will flow for you.

Beneath a heavy moon my heart cries for your return.

Taking the bubbling brook of life for granted is all very well, until it cracks and dries.

Love does not die, it becomes our eternal pillow in heaven.

Words are the medicine, the healing tools of love. Observe how these words suture these open wounds, healing the despair and soothing her fears.

A stinging slap will leave a superficial smudge. A poem of vengeful imagery will haunt for a lifetime.

Your canvas awaits your talent, yearning for the magnificence of your mind and the courage of what you truly believe in.

The bigger picture always posesses a clarity with which one can be objective with. Step outside of ones mind, seak and thou shall find the peace of the inner winds.

The true beauty of a person is revealed in their respect for others.

Connections that emanate from the Lotus flower germinate a love that exists in wonderful splendour.