I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.

Thunderstorms and rainbows wrapped together in a convenient pocket-sized parcel.

You're my rain, Eric. You've been keeping me safe before I even knew you.

I rose from marsh mudalgae, equisetum, willows,sweet green, noisybirds and frogs.

some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

If my heart grows any fonder, it's going to hop out of my chest and into yours.

And that's humbling, knowing that your voice can mean so much to another person.

That sounded sweet enough to almost be intelligent, but it was chauvinistic as hell.

She hadn't just drunk the Salvation Kool-Aid - she'd started to brew her own.

Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?

someday i will walk under the soul-blossom tree with my hand eternally woven in yours.

At least I don't look like a Christmas tree.""You look like the star atop the tree.

And you are mine, and you will be mine. Theywill not get you. - Eric from Dead and Gone

When I see an evil person, I cannot believe that once he was an innocent and sweet baby.

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, when memory plays an old tune on the heart!