Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.
The other day, when my 4-year-old saw a flowering tree and said, "Daddy, it's raining petals," that was poetry that just melted my heart into a mushy, yummy Fudgsicle.
Words impress me. If a man can speak eloquently and beautifully to me, I just melt on the floor.
Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of love, for they enkindle and melt the soul.
I know when I'm around someone I love, I turn into a complete... Oh my God, I'm going to say it... a melt!
You're a marshmallow. Soft and sweet and when you get heated up you go all gooey and delicious."-
He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and bones and muscle and gut, softened and melted from the heat of him.
The hardest metal yields to sufficient heat. Even so must the hardest heart melt before sufficiency of the heat of non- violence. And there is no limit to the capacity of non-violence to generate heat.
