the magic of creativity, the inspiration to try and form an adequate reply to feelings. The wine of ecstacey and the horror of unrequited love all inspire us to reach majical porportions. To remember your first poem is beautiful, rapterous and spiritual. It is your decision alone to make, like remembering the heady aroma of loves first bloom or an unexpected kiss afer imagining for so long the taste only you can completely savor.We are changed by poetrys magic and comforted by it. Song is poetry set to music and we are forever changed and molded by it remembering always the beautious inner reflections made more beautiful by memory the keeper of all things. Oh poetry, let thy magic forever bear the words of splendor written on the air, the dancers dream, the romantics first embrace is forever etched upon thy face . Sweet poetry we salute thee.