Each moment I held you in my arms was more fleeting than a rose petal’s beauty as it falls to the ground to die.  The taste of your lips, sweet as Coca-Cola, lingers like burnt sugar.  I beheld our summer days that in my youth I prayed would endure forever.  I tried so hard to pretend we could be immortal and live like kings and queens.  Every kingdom must crumble, but our story will forever live ...

When I think of you,I imagine our serenityas paradise on earth. I remember every momentengraved among the scarsof my beating heart. I see fireflies around us,our only light, save the stars. It may have been worthless to youundeserving of a second thought,but not to me. You have decidedwhere our storymust end. Cinderella would have believed itas ...

When I first met you,I believed you were from God,bringing the light into my eyes,skip to my step;it was perfect. The time dragged onward;our love never faded,or agedas the sunrays danced,along our skin. A saying passes for wisdomamong the unititiated: “If you are not careful,you can have too muchof a good thing.” The moment you leftwoke ...

What comes to mind when you hear “love”? A romantic walk on the beach with someone who  makes your heart race and your dreams take flight?  How about a night on the town with the group of friends  you treasure most, sharing laughs? Or the warmth of a tight hug from a relative  whose home made your summer days brighter? ...

Staring out the window,I see the clouds in all their glory.I see the sky show off her blue hue,And hear the song the wind sings.That’s when I knew, my love,That not even the heavenscan stop me from coming to you. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Love is…Remembering their coffee order,Or surprising themWith chocolateAfter a long dayWhen everyone’s tiredAnd things feel biggerThan they are. Love is…Gentle touchesWhile folding laundry,Holding handsWhile driving to the store,Or lingering gazesWhile cooking dinner-Knowing that these silent momentsAre the ones you’ll remember. Love is…Actively listening when they speak,Learning who they areAnd who they want to be,Using that ...

A gift of a dozen red roses, One for each infidelity, To forget your broken promises And your repulsive behavior toward me. A present to hold you in my thoughts So at your side I’ll stay and cement our lovers’ farce, A thoughtless gesture on Valentine’s Day. Your gift of a dozen red roses. Draws ...

He loves me loudly in the open like no one ever has before. He loves me quietly behind closed doors. I do not have to cry and beg for his affection. He freely gives me his attention. He makes sure my heart is guarded beyond all measure, as if it were a valuable treasure. He ...

At the end of each day, I used to stumble into bed, and stare at my phone screen until my eyes blurred. I tossed and turned in my sleep, as my arms reached out for the comfort of a warm body, only to find the sheets cold and empty. Then I met you. No longer ...

Each year in the village of Wigden, people fall under winter’s spell. Citizens bundle up, stoke fireplaces, write cards, and give gifts. Wigden has its own butcher, baker, and candlestick maker. The candlestick maker, Albrecht, lives in a tiny cottage and makes all kinds of candles from local beeswax. Each night, he lights a candle ...