Can still windmills, still produce wind? Can a heart still love, when a heart no longer is?
Isn't it strange how wise counsel can cool the hottest head? He made sense but my heart screamed protest.
A house is never small or empty, when filled with love.
Love powers my heart and color powers my soul.
Key the mind, and set the soul free.
The day when the fire that we had lit in our minds reaches our hearts, we will start turning every person that we come in contact with into ashes. We become the ghosts that we always feared.
In action a great heart is the chief qualification. In work, a great head.
Tipani flower skies blazing rapture of color laced tree crowns silhouettes along the ocean diamond necklaced beach...of my heart in fragrance of love spilled by caressing kisses of the sun opening the...
Today is a beautiful day. Thank you!
One love, one heart, one destiny.
Complacency happens almost without notice. Check and renew your heart daily.