I don’t think I’d ever tell you this directly - gosh the blushing would kill me, but in some sense I kind of want you to know. When I’m feeling low and generally uninspired, I go to your blog and read your poetry. It doesn’t really matter what you write about, there’s a way you present, a strength behind your delicate character that imbues me with such an air of passion. Call me shy, call me lame, call me what you will, but your presence in my life facilitates a desire in me from the inconspicuous vault of my heart. You enlighten and motivate with your seemingly effortless diction. Your words serve a dual purpose. A beautiful one. And I appreciate you.