The true poem rests between the words.
She listened to him all night and he found her fascinating.
Ideals do exist, the rest is just temporary interruption.
If you were the sky, I would unfurl myself in you, as a rainbow of colors yet unseen. I would become oceans of stars in your night.
It is an awesome thing to comprehend that what a human being dreams and imagines can be realized.
Recognition of one's fellows is distorted when money is prioritized as value itself.