If I had to choose My best day ever My finest hour, my wildest dream come true Mine would be you...

Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves without any insistence that they satisfy you.

When bodies talk, a hand brushing across a face declares love the tongue never speaks. When bodies talk, eyes make promises and lips keep them in the silent transfer of vows of the heart. When bodies talk, a steady stare and firm glance becomes a rod of correction. When bodies talk, they speak to us all in quiet whispers, heart-to-heart, and soul-to-soul, in soundless conversations.

Your whispers are gentle echoes that sway ardent winds of harmony and in the symphony of life each word is wrapped in rhapsody... Dance with me within the wind... Let me love You...

A perfectly planned job is a kind of seduction...

... Hours looking, wanting, turning your target around in your mind. And then... you move closer, brushing past, making contact just to see what will happen. And when everything's ready and when everything is right, all of that preparation pays off in one sudden, intense, Crashing Moment.

Fear of the unknown..

They are afraid of new ideas.
They are loaded with prejudices, not based upon anything in reality, but based on… if something is new, I reject it immediately because it’s frightening to me. What they do instead is just stay with the familiar.
You know, to me, the most beautiful things in all the universe, are the most mysterious.

W.W.D

Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards..

La pasión es ésa fuerza inmensa Que mueve a toda la creación Es saber que alguien te está esperando Más allá donde se oculta el sol Es borrar por siempre de ti la palabra soledad Son dos almas que se unen llegando así a la eternidad...

I celebrate myself, I paint and dance and sing myself, and what I assume you will assume, for every atom as of me as good belongs to dreamy You. I am a song. I am a poem. I am a soil and a gem. I am a stargate and a voyage. I am the ocean and your soul.

O.R.

You spoke to her, in hidden dreams...and smiled at her through open doors. She felt your secret love surround her at times. And while alone she felt your breath, heartbeat and more... Serenity of hers is never-ending, soothing....it leads, lures, calls you... Ah, timeless burning flame!.. Her kiss is ocean salty water, you drink and thirst increases...you long and pray for more...

The moment I laid eyes on her I knew she was somebody else, somebody I could love. And since somebody else never showed up, I did fall in love with her.

She looked like the kind of woman I could fall in love with. Trouble is, she was standing next to the kind of woman I’d like to make love to.

There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be...

The storm between us..

We looked at each other for a minute, not saying anything, but I could feel the air between us shift. It became thick, sultry, and tangible—like when the air changes right before a storm. I could feel its power envelop me as it brushed across my skin. Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew a storm was coming.

You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.

Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels...

LOVE ...

Love.
Not the kind you see in the movies or hear about on the radio.
The real kind.
The kind that gets beaten down and bloody, yet perseveres.
The kind that hopes even when hope seems foolish.
The kind that can forgives. The kind that believes in healing.
The kind that can sit in silence and feel renewed.
The real kind of love.
It's rare and we have it..

Eyes speak the best of the body language...

I like you; your eyes are full of language.

I take a part of you with me now and you won't get it back And a part of me will stay here, you can keep it forever, dear...

You still get my heart racing... for you

I will never stop trying
I will never stop watching as you leave
I’ll never stop losing my breath
Every time I see you looking back at me...

She has a sly smile, and eyes that seem to see my essence as they explore my soul. I look at her and I see love.

The eyes are one of the most powerful tools a woman can have. With one look, she can relay the most intimate message. After the connection is made, words cease to exist.

Somewhere, someone incredible is waiting to be known...