He said:
have some ice cream...

I was a student roaming through thoughts,
always getting lost in the alleys of people's...

They think poetry should scream
like a lost soul begging for mercy...

When the stars appear to lose their shine
do not forget, they are far away into the sky...

Shall I compare you to another month?
You are as cold as March as I can tell...

a rose as red as blood has bloom
and birds have come to see it now...

I fear not myself nor the world,
But my heart...

Scribbling down the road,
with steps sharpened by my past...

The-Fiery-Fierce-Fire
fires Fire firing Fiery-Fierce-Fire...

The songs we sing
are nothing but notes...

Do you know why you love her poems so much?
Because just like you, she is a beginner...

if I were that little boat
sailing alone in the ocean blue...