I must forget about your age.
Your eyes are so knowing and soft and wise.
Your lips so gentle and resolute
Your countenance so warm.
I read somewhere today that a poet wrote that men, whether free or not,
must imagine themselves to be free. 
Today I was imagining and I was daydreaming, which I haven't done for a long while.
I wrote down some of my thoughts.
I realized tonight that here, I'm imagining to be free
Love is just a dream but I think a dream worth keeping
I've been thinking lately that in each of us is a heart and a soul
and I'd like to think those the most important parts and that they are ageless.
friendship is a teacher and a looking glass
One thing about adversity, is that it makes our hearts a bit softer.