I think of you, I dream of you, I conjure you up when I need you most. This is all I can do, but to me it isn't enough. It will never be enough, this I know; yet what else is there for me to do? If you were here, you would tell me, but I have been cheated of even that. You always knew the proper words to ease the pain I felt. You always knew how to make me feel good inside.
Nicholas SparksThat's good. And speaking of spelling, tell me -- do you wrap your head in a towel after you shower?
Nicholas SparksPoets knew that isolation in nature, far from people and things man-made, was good for the soul, and he'd always identified with poets.
Nicholas Sparks