It
.
would
.
h
a
v
e
.
been
.
easier
.
f
o
r
.
me,
.
.
i
f
.
.
we
.
w
e
r
e
.
never
.
t
o
.
meet . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
It
.
would
.
h
a
v
e
.
been
.
easier
.
f
o
r
.
me,
.
.
i
f
.
.
you
.
h
a
d
.
told
.
m
e
.
you
.
wanted
.
t
o
.
be
.
s
o
.
free . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
only
.
yesterday
.
i
t
.
seemed,
–
–
all
.
t
h
e
.
traffic
.
lights
.
w
e
r
e
.
turning
.
green . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
traffic
.
lights
.
w
e
r
e
.
turning
.
green . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Only
.
yesterday
.
t
h
e
.
gardens
.
filled
.
w
i
t
h
.
you-s
.
a
n
d
.
me-s . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
seemed
.
t
o
.
r-e-a-c-h
.
f
o
r
.
eternity . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ they
seemed
.
t
o
.
r-e-a-c-h
.
f
o
r
.
eternity . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
today
.
intimate
.
depths,
–
–
feel
.
depressed,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
fill
.
w
i
t
h
.
emptiness,
.
.
a
s
.
.
sunflowers
.
t
h
a
t
.
danced
.
f
r
o
m
.
dawn
.
t
i
l
l
.
sunset,
–
–
bow
.
t
o
.
shades
.
o
f
.
remorse
.
a
n
d
.
regret . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Can
.
anyone
–
–
truly
.
expect
.
a
.
heart
.
t
o
.
flourish,
.
.
w
i
t
h
i
n
.
.
the
.
soils
.
o
f
.
neglect ?
–
–
–
.
.
.
Can
.
anyone
–
–
truly
.
expect
.
t
o
.
play
.
a
.
p
a
r
t
.
beyond,
.
.
t
h
e
.
.
very
.
n
e
x
t
.
set ?
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
right
.
now . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
the
.
o
n
l
y
.
joy . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
the
.
o
n
l
y
.
song . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
within
.
m
y
.
soul . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
s
–
–
–
the
.
misery
.
s
i
n
k
i
n
g
(
)
m
e
)
(
d
e
e
p
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
sea
.
o
f
.
melancholy . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ into
.
t
h
e
.
sea
.
o
f
.
melancholy . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
there
.
i
s
.
where
.
y
o
u
.
will
.
f
i
n
d
.
me,
–
–
should
.
y
o
u
.
happen
.
t
o
.
wonder
.
w
h
a
t
.
became
.
o
f
.
me . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
hope
.
y
o
u
.
recall
.
h
o
w
.
things,
–
–
might
.
h
a
v
e
.
been,
–
–
when
.
y
o
u
.
befriend
.
loneliness
.
again . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
hope
.
y
o
u
.
breathe
.
h
o
w
.
it
.
feels,
.
.
t
o
.
.
bleed
.
a
l
l
.
colors
.
o
f
.
hope,
.
.
f
r
o
m
.
.
the
.
shadows
.
o
f
.
a
.
soul . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
only
.
then,
–
–
will
.
y
o
u
.
truly
.
know
.
h
o
w
.
it
.
feels
.
t
o
.
sink
.
s
o
.
low . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
to
.
j
u
s
t
.
want
.
t
o
.
let
.
go . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ to
just
.
want
.
t
o
.
let
.
go . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
yes,
.
I
.
believe
.
i
t
.
would
.
h
a
v
e
.
been
.
easier,
.
.
i
f
.
.
you
.
h
a
d
.
never
.
been
.
w
i
t
h
.
me . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
.
.
.
I
.
would
.
n
o
t
.
trade
.
t
h
e
.
tease . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
f
–
–
–
the
.
scattered
.
pictures,
–
–
whispers,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
words.
Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in October of 2001 in reflection of a brief, but powerful romantic experience I had back then. I’ve had several experiences like this in my life as I’m sure many others have.