David Alan Royster

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’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.

Women should serve men. Men should serve women. Any house of peace is full of servants.

You first.’ The only way love works.

I have you in one world, but I need you in two: the hands and the heart, just one won’t do.

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

Every heart has its own skeletons.

If you love someone set them free. If they come back, they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were.

My love rumbles like the sternum of a lion. Be mindful of the beast you stir up.

Drownin’ in the sea of love where everyone would love to drown.

Sometimes the heart is deceiving.

My wish for us all is to love and adore ourselves just as much as we do everyone else!

I stopped believing in love at first sight. I think you go through that wonderful love stage, but when it gets hard, you need a little bit more.

Provided that he only broke you into pieces, you still have it all, like a pizza in slices, every. bite, delicious. You may not feel whole, but you are no less because of a feeling.

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me.

You demonstrate love by giving it unconditionally to yourself. And as you do, you attract others into your life who are able to love you without conditions.

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch.

There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.