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

“Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.”

“I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.”

“Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…”

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

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

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