“My heart isn't Tiffany. It's made of broken dreams strung together with hope. But, it sings her name from the bottom of my junk shop heart.” — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
“He knows full well what her pain will cost. The map to her treasure which he has lost.” — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
“She is both my madness and my sanity. She is the calm quiet eye of my storm. She is the whisper in the maddening… — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
“She's unearthed words buried deep inside me where I kept them hidden with my hope” — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
“She has the kind of beauty that takes your breath from your lungs, tears from your eyes and speeds your heart each time you… — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
“Her pulse in my palm across her elegant throat is the loveliest melody God ever wrote.” — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
“I would pour out the contents of my heart and set it all aflame, just to hear her impossible mouth slowly moan my name.” — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
“Her sweet soft skin, her gentle curves are the warm, safe home my hands deserve.” — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
