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You, my reader, who see me close, wonder about my heartbeats and measure my words, you my close friend who know my eyes and the home of their prose, you, my only lover, who always move my life, my poetry’s pace and rhyme,…I can not disclose the shape of metaphors, nor what they bashfully display behind the robes of their naked source; but you can use the eyes of heart to feel what they are made of. And if it’s a tear or a smile I evoke, it means we are human, it means we care and we love. It means we are both beautiful. (Soar)