David Alan Royster

My father, soft as rainclouds, my mother, hard as hail, prepared me to take the world by storm.

I’m only ever in two places – with you or on the way.

My heart must be bigger than my brain – blocking it out of all my decisions, so that I cannot think past the way I feel.

They are different now than they were. My mother never had to say she was a queen to be one. I instinctively knew. So it makes sense now that I am sorely confused by the women who try to convince me with words.

And somewhere in my time with you, the crickets emerged as birds and the blackened hills found their hue. My eyes fell on you; I didn’t watch the sun move, but I felt the world turn all night.

I’m fine with the ups and downs in our story as long as the theme is love.

To be fully seen by somebody, then and be loved anyhow – this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

What’s the difference?’ I asked him, ‘Between the love of your life and your soulmate?’ ‘One is a choice, and one is not.’

Love those you hate you.

When a man is in love or in debt, someone else has the advantage.

Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

I live in the realm of romantic possibility.

I was a poem, she was a melody, songs emerged between us.

Relish love in your old age! Aged love is like aged wine; it becomes more satisfying, more refreshing, more valuable, more appreciated and more intoxicating!

You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty thru good times and bad. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present; it hopes for the future and it doesn’t brood over the past. It is the day-in and out chronicles of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that you lack. If you don’t have it, no matter what else is there, it isn’t enough.

Love is only one fine star away.

When you make loving others the story of your life, there’s never a final chapter, because the legacy continues. You lend your light to one person, and he or she shines it on another and another and another. And I know for sure that in the final analysis of our lives- when the to-do lists are no more, when the frenzy is finished, when our e-mail inboxes are empty- the only thing that will have any lasting value is whether we’ve loved others and whether they’ve loved us.

I’ve forever wanted a woman who loves like a soldier and fights like a poet. Always with unfailing faithfulness, always for the yearning in her heart.

When you love someone, you love the person as they are, and not as you’d like them to be.