the sky cries sometimes because you're sad.

the sunset bleeds because you're hurt, and the earth breaks because you're suffering.

the world caves in for you, darling. it told me.

Beauty is overrated. I much prefer a brain with creativity overflowing into each thought of yours. I prefer your brilliant eyes fluttering though each line of my art.

I think one day we will fall in love when the stars burst and recreate themselves in your image and infinity allows us to be reborn as starcrossed future lovers.

I cannot make you fall in love with me. If I made you fall in love, it would be fake or forced. I want it to be genuine and real.

My words are powerless to conquer the Queen of goddess.

Skipping through sunflowers has an everlasting adventurous sting. Painting the view from a hotel balcony brings such wondrous euphoria. However, those emotions would be infinitely more powerful with you there too.

Dawn in Winter, frost perfumes.

Mist droplets birth braw Spring Blooms.

Summer sweets hold a surprise.

Dusk calls for soft Autumn skies.