“All those other girls are cake...I'm Crème brûlée...Tiramisu, if you will. Just a few notches above.”

“You and those shot-glass eyes, deep swirling pools of 80-proof firewater, with the depth and profundity of Saturn’s spinning pulsars…”

“I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction wall…and Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades.”

“All things grow, flourish, die, and re-grow. Life and death are continuous and fluid. Like the Sun and the Moon which die and are reborn, so do the seasons and all living things. ”

“Lowkey punchdrunk off this Sangria-sweet love and all it’s prodigious trappings…”

“All I could feel was love leaking in my soul and my heart seeping bits of heaven.”

“Do little things every day that no one else seems to want to do, be patient, and success will find you.”