"it takes a while to read her seconds to love her and a life time to forget her. Her mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache, and her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless." Unknown but gifted poet
You can't make homes out of humans, my life's not a fire to keep you warm. I won't let you in just because you have knocked. If you keep using my heart as your doormat, the next time you'll find that it is locked.
I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extrordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.