A problem shared is a problem halved.
A heart opened is a form of love life carves.
A blessing on Sunday is like a blessing any other day.
A life that connects with yours forms a part of your destiny, I’d say.
A kiss under the glow of the full moon when it’s pink, is the perfect setting for new love, I think?
A dream so stunning it feels real enough to touch, is a dream worth chasing if it’s not too much to ask?
A corrupt mindset will emit waves of negativity, basking a lone heart in falsity.
Eventually, love will burst open, breaking free into reality, causing the lone heart to crack and fragment, piece by piece in glorious actuality.