I remember a poem Of name I can not recall It's lines that encased my heart With a new view of the world That told the story of One such as me but unlike as far as the eye can see Constructed how I do not know If the hero vanquished his foe Or her warrior mine live or die I am gasping from the high But then it ends With a sighing cry Spiraling down into the dark And has the final line What's the point? Love is stupid. I suppose it's poet finally gave in Saw the beauty in the world Understood its greatness But the darkness is there too It's a never consuming thing It will swallow you whole And never let you go I remember a poem Of name I cannot recall But it changed me For the better after all