I began to write because of love. I wrote to understand what I felt and what I knew.

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.

All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.

I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.

I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.

I left the bankbecause they wouldn’t deposit my cheque of poems.So I went to the store,but they didn’t acceptmy currency of words.So I boxed all my storiesand took them to charity.But they refused my donation and asked me to give blood instead.I opened the notebooks and made them look, 'What do you think I wrote these in?

I am going to build a fortress of books.Will you come inside and live with me?

If you write then you are reborn because by writing about the moment, you can relive it for a second time.