He writes just one more poem.
Alone with himself and his words
He composes a love song, a sonnet,
An unstructured piece of
Poetic prose, hoping that
These words, this poem-like
Gust of words will touch her,
Sway her, arouse her to
Notice him, to understand,
The love he can only share
Through the message held
In the mad words clamoring
To leave his mind and touch her.
Donovan Baldwin
It's really impossible to ignore your beautiful words and your proliferate pace. Both are amazing.