Jane loves her books.
She’s not all that into looks.

Thomas isn’t a big fan of words.
He wants to fly like the birds.

Jane doesn’t know the ways of the world.
Over her head the connotations swirled.

Thomas has prime common sense.
He doesn’t find the onslaught as intense.

Jane likes to play the violin.
She prefers her soft music to the din.

Thomas doesn’t enjoy the classical.
He feels it was written to be fantastical.

Jane is overwhelmed by the bedlam.
People understanding her is seldom.

Thomas explains the world to Jane.
He helps her see through all her pain.

Jane shows Thomas the world she sees.
The shine of the sunset behind the trees.

Thomas wants to live in the world of Jane’s creation.
Too bad for him, to her realm, there is no train station.