My current AIM profile reads (with screen names changed to protect the innocent):
Mykala (11:46:48 PM): maybe eskimos don’t know how to love
Mykala (11:47:01 PM): maybe, since all they can do is rub noses, they can’t fall in love
And because I read it recently, I realized that was my profile, so Mikaela’s comments (not Mykala who is my girlfriend, but Mikaela with whom I suffered through science classes in high school with) finally made sense. They are as follows:
Does She Love You? - “If she ever says the words, “I hate you”: She loves you. Or she did at one point, anyway.”
Tell me whom you love and I will tell you who you are.
— Houssaye
Poetry won’t do it. Pages and pages can’t describe it. I’m even nearly numb to music right now. Originally, I was going to cover the facebook craze currently sweeping St. Thomas - we just got it yesterday. That does not seem important now. This is much more real life than any sort of online social networking, and really more real than most of the things that have been happening to me as of late.
Your Voice - I love this poem. I love this music.