“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… — Kirk Diedrich Beauty Copy Share Image
“She's unearthed words buried deep inside me where I kept them hidden with my hope” — Kirk Diedrich Hope Copy Share Image
“She consumes me like a bright fire burning deep within my ribs.” — Kirk Diedrich Fire 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… — Kirk Diedrich Art Copy Share Image
“Her pulse in my palm across her elegant throat is the loveliest melody God ever wrote.” — Kirk Diedrich Music 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… — Kirk Diedrich Happiness Copy Share Image
“Her sweet soft skin, her gentle curves are the warm, safe home my hands deserve.” — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
“Let's burn our past down and make something better from its ashes.” — Kirk Diedrich Past Copy Share Image
“She sees me. Even when I'm not there. Even when I don't see myself. Even when I hate what I see. She… — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
“Burn my eyes with a smile, my hands with your skin, my heart with your love, my soul with your sin. Be… — Kirk Diedrich Fire Copy Share Image
“I don't want some other man's version of perfect. I don't want society's perfect. I want my perfect. I want you.” — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
“I can't resist her anymore than the waves can resist crashing against the shore.” — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
“Fall. My words will guide you softly down into the safety of my arms.” — Kirk Diedrich Fall Copy Share Image
“Help me write us a new ending to the best story I've ever read.” — Kirk Diedrich Writing Copy Share Image
“I wish for once that she could see the her that I can see; beauty that both steals my breath and gives… — Kirk Diedrich Beauty Copy Share Image
“Her scent on the sheets slowly fading like the last notes of your favourite song drifting into silence; a ghost of absence… — Kirk Diedrich Absence Copy Share Image
