We found each other by chance, like magic, we formed an exclusive path. Together, like a cosmic dance – built beyond our imagination of innocent glance. If dreams could talk; if dreams could walk; if dreams could ignite the illusion of thought. We would emerge presenting rings together – defining this reality of infinite art. …

She wore a delicate smile; she adored all things wild; she loved his flavour; she thanked his maker that he simply wasn’t an opinionated faker. He wore muscles with a frown of course; he adored all things delicate but designed with force; he loved her olive skin as they both drunk gin! In the ambience …

If beauty is born from the stars, a galaxy must fracture and embark because love holds gravity together, making all life a work of art. We found each other on this journey of scars defining our purpose in each other’s arms; talking about fate like it was lost – near an old wooden gate that …

We walked between the valleys; we walked over the hills; we felt the lush of the soft butterflies – dancing through the azure skies; all while falling in love with each other’s eyes. We walked through the cerulean meadows; we walked into the lost fields, hidden between the chattering ghetto’s; we could smell the fresh …

She wept under her dying star for it had given life to all it could touch. A moment lost under the red and blue dust that can now be seen as a nebula from a distance that can never be touched. Her starlight and dreams dissipate into the black expanse, becoming stardust to create new …

We painted pictures in the stars, gazing beyond a journey that will never be ours. But we dreamed about it anyway and longed to be in each other’s arms. For the dreams were all we had as we made love between the Moon and Mars. The universe watched, placing memories that will never be forgotten, …