“Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist.”

“I firmly disbelieve in death. A spirit never dies. Where it wanders when it leaves the flesh, is a cognitive proposition.”

“...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...”

“Sacrifices made for love are fine, unless the sacrifice is you.”

“Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.”

“Love is the castle, doubt is the moat, desire is the paddle and hope is the boat.”

“Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...”