Filter my mind with peace and quietness.

There is no such thing as an end for us.

You touch my face with forgiveness and I burn.

Their yearning grew too loud.

Your generous, delicate mouth where grief and laughter sleep together.

To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.

What is to give light must endure burning.

Show me your thorns and i'll show you hands ready to bleed.