Truth be told, books are mirrors of life; a form of reality, the open window of reading show precisely that daily life is poetry.
A Form of Reality
Faithful Love
Faithful love is poetry.
Absolute Honesty
I am incurably clumsy with no charm and wit, but I know my absolute honesty is pure poetry.
Intensity
The intensity of poetry it would have broke my heart.
Obscurity
Her life will be born in her poetry, even in obscurity.
Mad Parts
Poetry lovers (and I am one of them) look for the flames the "mad" parts of life.
Affectionate Heart
Her affectionate heart had fallen in love over poetry.
His Soul
His soul gazed into her eyes. Was that poetry?
Fucking Poetry
I need a little fucking poetry.
Loneliness In Me
My poetry, my best writing, is the produce of loneliness in me.
