In The End The Words Are The All And The Nothing.
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You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.
Lovers, Lunatics and poets are made of same stuff.
Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.
Imperfection is my ticket, perfection is my pursuit
Romance her, enhance her, desire her, put her first.
I will not stop singingthe Muses who set me dancing.
If your not annoying somebody, you're not alive.
Love beauty; it is the shadow of God on the universe
There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.
Men take care of your responsibilities with maturity.