“Always the wild child, conceived in flames, born of fire. Drawn to the forbidden, witch, warlock, burning stones. Her blood is made of moonlight; part dark, part light. Her heart, it's a sword; fiercely loyal and will fight to the death for those whom she loves. You can throw her in the fire, she always returns as a flame: the fervor is her anchor, her safe-haven... her blood.”

“She's a tangled mess of wild- a forest nymph, a goddess child. She's like the seductive sea - feral and fierce, calm and serene. She's the starfish swimming in my soul, the woman child who keeps me sane, who keeps me whole.”

“Those things that take my breath away become the ocean-complex and deep-and I'm prone to drowning in beautiful things. Like you.”

“I understood the ominous sky because it was so much like you, and I was the sun always willing to burn for our love.”

“Come, get entwined in the dream catcher of my heart.”

“She was a restless soul. Born with black wings and a gypsy heart.”

“You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.”

“They told me to pay attention to my heart; that it would lead me to my purpose, my passion. So I did, I listened closely to the beat of my heart and it always brought me back to you.”

“I loved you unabashedly in the rain, you were real, raw, accustomed to pain. I loved you mostly in the rain, where you exposed your broken soul, unashamed, dancing despite it all.”

“Sometimes the enemy walks beside you, holds your hand and kisses your pretty lips.”

“Don't analyze her love. Just turn the green light on and move into her soul.”