As I write these endless, meaningless text
I've come to recognize that I am mad
Mad with the idea that your smile makes wonder
What crazy are you to accept me in my best
How unstable was I  for you to give me peace
So now I start again at the beginning
To give you a thousand poems from this void
And give you words you deserve
To these one thousand thoughts I would give you
You think of me not as an illusion
But a reality owned by you
And be the foundation of what I call living