Your mind is a book; God is the pen.

...as we are endowed. ...with rhetorics. ...none will deny. ...of innocence. ...towards scribbling. ...of love lines. ...and of lust. ...to what seems like male. ...to what seems like female. ...in those days. ...I mean nothing. ...but in high school.....even me. ...I can't deny.

If a palmist grasp my palm, and look into it, without seeing a single line, what would he read?

99% of natural poets discovered their talents through love letters.