I was so much more of a romantic when I was younger. I certainly read more poetry back then, something I wish to return to. I thought I would start by revisiting some of my favorite poetry here. I'll start off with a passage from one of Rumi's poems, "An Egypt that Doesn't Exist"
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.



