Do you ever think of me when you look up at the moon and the stars? When you look into the horizon as the sun sets? We're looking at the same sun, and the stars may burn brighter where you are, but I can't see them, and they're still there. I spend nights trying to see the stars that you see, but I end up seeing you in the stars instead.

Even before we met and long after we're both gone, my heart lives inside of yours. I'm forever and ever in love with you.

Every word you’ve ever said, is written somewhere in my mind.

We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.

In such moments of precious, invaluable misery, she rejoiced in tears of agony...

Oh my lovely moon! Touch my thirsty heart with your ocean of silvery silent love.

When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.

The irony of the human heart is that it’s tormented both by the presence and absence of it’s own soul’s counterpart.