Bring to me, it said, continual proof / you've been alive.

The sea is dangerous, they say, but not if you're the sea.

My vegetable love will growVaster than empires, and more slow.

And marbled clouds go scudding byThe many-steepled London sky.

Never fear the thing you feel-- Only by love is life made real

You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow

When we walk in the sunour shadows are like barges of silence.

Each poem leads you to the questions it makes sense to ask it.

Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others

I love with love, so that we all may love." ~ Amunhotep El Bey

Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind.

And on the days I couldn't breathe, I learned to paint air.

I write to forget the days that broke me into a million nights.

But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.

I don't want tobecause boysdon't write poetry.Girls do.