If your love wants to walk out then hold the door open...If your love is true then darling,true love always has it's way back to it's home...

If your love wants to walk out then hold the door open....If your love is true...then darling,true love has always it's way back to it's home.

There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.

His walk and stare. Was as poisonous as the air after a nuclear bomb.

As deep as the ocean, My rewards for you;
The more I give, the more I have;
As clear as the summer sky, My thoughts for you;
The more I long, the more I fade;
As mighty as the mountains, My prayers for you;
The more I ask, the more I get;

Because our love is one of a kind;
The one that will make you rise like never before; absolute and infinite;
The one that I will never fall from; if so only in your arms

When a writer falls in love with you - their very soul bursts open like a supernova brightly lighting up everything in its way.

They will write spells on your skin and carve your name onto their bones and make you theirs.

Their love bleeds through their fingers in the form of words hastily written on paper while their heart jumps inside their chest, unable to contain such impossible amount of feelings rushing over one another getting tangled, causing pain and joy and tears of sorrow and happiness all at the same time.

The universe will fall from their parted lips when they say your name and whisper how much they love you. They will turn you into a priceless sculpture - carve you into a monument and make love to you - while making you their home, their sun, their moon, their stars, their whole world gathered into one small corporeal being made out of stars and love and infinity.

When a writer falls in love with you they become a new separate universe quietly created by your words, brought to life by your touch, burning brightly as long as you whisper their name with all the love that you have inside you.