Romance

  • Wishes

    I’m on holidays in the middle of nowhere. I have books. I have my computer. I have a heart that wishes for silence and the soft smiles of love. I will sip some tea and close my eyes. Continue reading

  • The Echos of Love

    The echos of love will unravel your soul. Let them. Continue reading

  • A Gift

    As if to fall asleep in the arms of another could be anything less than a gift to be cherished. Life and her beautiful pages; how precious she is, indeed, for the sweetness of it. Continue reading

  • Tomorrow

    I’m the sole parent of three tiny humans, this weekend. It’s as exhausting as it sounds, but I have tea and I have chocolate. And I’m watching Westside Story. Sigh. The baby will wake soon. Tomorrow. xx Continue reading

  • Call Me Shakespeare

    Oh! Has this truth been truly seen! But a glimpse into a floating sea of strange reality, but a knowing truer than true can be! Who is Shakespeare? That terrible, desperate soul, falling, falling, landing evermore in the stories of… Continue reading

  • Somewhere

    Somewhere between the quiet and the haze, I go to sit for a while. Somewhere between the quiet and the haze. And you might ask me what I hope to find there. You might ask me if it’s true. That… Continue reading

  • Will You Love Me?

    If I hold your hand still, if I paint your world bright, if I sing you my songs will you love, will you love me? If I answer your needs with a need of my own, If I paint your… Continue reading

  • Beyond It All

    I will always be here. Feeling this depth of life, remembering how much I have loved and lost and never regretted a moment. Life has never attacked me, though I’ve been broken by its force many a time. I try… Continue reading

  • Love

    It is a beautiful thing to know love. To feel it burning, aching, glowing; how I have known love is as small as an hour born of its grand, magnificent day. I have loved in many ways. Is there a… Continue reading

  • Sleep

    Each moment is new and beautiful in my eyes. This heart has been touched by the wind of change enough to know that everything begins but nothing ends. Not really. Not really. And so I sleep in the arms of… Continue reading