Pay special attention to how your thoughts are organized,
Critical thinking is at drastic times when the mind is less prioritized.
Under distress and stress your mind is at a baffling state,
Dawning decisions and choices at a critical time is ultimately great.

Lifeless souls in a bubble, bye bye buy life by how life runs,
Teteron under the sun, barracks of none in sweat and fun.
In this phase things move really slow and the time is lost,
One wrong move and you'll be swinged off course.

Critical thinking is an event of thoughts gathering at a critical time and place,
Proper analysis is as if you slow down the physics of this space.
Being focused and vigilant are keys you will need,
To critically understand this simple poem you read.

When I say I love you in this letter,
Know that these words won't help me show love better.
It's simple and romantic to make you smile,
As a gentleman I don't believe love letters are out of style.
The benevolence of great gestures, words don't come easily,
Though the barriers between my emotions say actions are understood speedily.
The benevolence of great gestures, words are hard to find,
Though the barriers between my sanity and insanity are lost in time.
I say leave the sanity and retain true loyalty and love,
My heart needs a jump start and that's you my love.
I seek your response so in this letter I place my piece,
The remedy of your words appears to me as you are beauty and I am the beast.
Don't let the Sun set on your sadness, love let me in,
I am a charitable and generous soul, for you I willing to sin.
You inspired me to try harder, so know my motivation is you,
You may have no clue how my adoring of you is nothing but true.
I speak my words of you in the atmosphere,
I hope the wind it to you so that you can hear.
That even when I love you in this letter,
Wait on me my love so I can show my love to you better.

"Does he loves me, maybe not",
Page picks pretty precious pink petals.
"He loves me,... he loves me not",
Page pulls apart the pretty precious pink petals.

Page sing light,
She stands in doubt.
Page picks pretty precious pink petals,
For a boy, she picks to find out.

"Does he love me, I think he do"
Page picks pretty precious pink petals.
"He loves me not", he loves me and she loves him too,
Page is happy picking pretty precious pink petals.

All day she picks,
All day she plays,
Page picks pretty precious pink petals,
Everywhere she sways.

Ancient beginnings Dragons flew wild,
Imprisonment free and they travelled by air for miles.
They stood upon the highest mountains in the sun light beam,
Dragon wings over cities imagine how it may seem.

Imagine dragons walking alongside men,
Over a million lived and were friends with them.
Imagine they fought wars with dragons by their sides,
Imagine riding a battle dragon in the sky as they glide.

In reality, dragons are a myth,
They tell fictional stories of dragons while children gather around and sit.
But a young girl imagined dragons, all the types and colors they could be,
Sadly only when she sleeps the dragons appear and then she can see.