THE  27Th  EDITIOn

then suddenly, every song 

became about you 

and i found you in between 

the lines of every book i read. 

i’ve yet to meet a rose that 

smells as sweet as you 

or to hear rainfall that 

speaks as smooth. 

never has there been a 

more graceful melody 

than that of the words 

you said to me. 

limestone can’t hold a candle to the strength of my love and canyons don’t compare 

to its depth. 

i’m not in the business 

of denying myself the truth; 

so, i’ll speak these words 

until color holds no hue. 

what i believe to be self-evident is that an abundance of things fall: 

tears from eyes, 

snow from skies, 

leaves from trees, 

the roman empire 

and troy, 

but above all else, 

i for you.