There is nothing more beautiful than a vulnerable heart in open hands.
~ Amanda Mosher
A light rain touches my cheek like an angel's butterfly kisses.
The day you were born the angels whispered, She is going to love him until the day she dies.
I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.
I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind.
I am not looking for a perfect man. Only one who matches me on an emotional, spiritual, sexual, and intellectual level.
Affection is invaluable. I will accept your heart as payment and change your mind.
My heart is flooded with love. Drowning is the way to go.
Open your heart and we will melt the key.
Part of me wanted to give him a piece of my mind. He didn't get it as a whole, so I will keep my peace.
Passion is a cobweb duster for the mind.
Your love is the platform for my passion manifesto.
Alphabet soup is my magic eight ball. Served hot or cold, words are delicious.
There is a difference between depression and sadness. I am happy to be sad.
Life is forgiving and amazing. Embrace it. Cultivate it. Make it yours!
I had a dream I named my boat after you. I love to raise your mast.
If I could bottle kindness, I wonder if formaldehyde would preserve it.
Affection is the source of self-confidence, happiness, security, and a comfortable mental state.
I want to need you.
The only things flawless about me are my flaws.
Garnish your food with romance.
Wolves and Doves mate for life. I hope in the next life I am one of the two.
I need to be touched emotionally and physically.
I spent the day running through the woods like a wild animal. Being chased by you is the only thing that would have made it more romantic.
Love shouldn't feel like the Hunger Games. There should not be a constant struggle for survival.
I will track right on down to hell to pull your ass out of the fire.
Love passed me by and I failed to get the plates.
During self-reflection, the realization came that revolution begins within.
I feel like I have lost all control. I am going to roll with it.
I squeegeed my third eye and could see only you.
I hope your only rocky road is chocolate.
He is a unicorn. I want to gently capture him and bring him back to my lab for research.
If you ignore the red flags, embrace the heartache to come.
I found the missing piece. It is you.
Love may be a ring that has no end, but the logic is far from circular.
Sometimes I dig holes for people to fall in. Then I shout, “I've got you!
I fared excellent on the zombie apocalypse assessment; however, I did not do so well on the surviving without your love questionnaire.
I find love is more of a bacterium than a virus unless you are comparing it to herpes.
To better understand our love, I revisited chemical kinetics.
Finding love should not cause you to lose your mind.
