tender

Your gracefulness and feminine charms always so tender, you make my heart smile and wonder!

Beauty is not who you are on the outside, it is the wisdom and time you gave away to save another struggling soul like you.

People like to warn you that by the time you reach the middle of your life, passion will begin to feel like a meal eaten long ago, which you remember with great tenderness.

i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

oh, the heartbreakingly beautifultender weight of being human.

He is a unicorn. I want to gently capture him and bring him back to my lab for research.

when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.

there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday's lipsthat I wonderedif I'd been kissed at all...

I have woken up_quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....by a mere kiss.

I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattress and Saskia drew in close to me and placed her open hand on my chest, her mouth near my shoulder; her breath, my breath blew out the candle, and I held my lost Wanderess with tenderness until sweet sleep overcame us.

Even when I press against him his presence is too far away.

Love knows no barriers, no distance.It makes you dance as if in a trance,And catches you up when you are down.It makes you draw a smile from a frown,And embarks you in a river when you fall, And most of its grace, it embraces us all!

She was so shattered about what kind of man he was -- brutal, tender, passionate. There was little doubt he had some mental disorder.

let my heart always belike it is...this very momentready to explode...with lovea violent rainstorm...with no streamno ocean vast enoughto flow into.

He was the friend of my life. You know, you only have one friend like that; there can't be two.

I am metaphysical being, mystical and emotional, skeptical and cynical, happy and boisterous, loud and bawdy, quiet and melancholy, tender and cruel, full of mirth and despair. Inherent inconsistences mark me as part of nature, which is neither cruel nor fair, or reliable or predictable.