Untitled. Period.

[King_of_Hearts528]

The first time I saw you I felt it.
A spark, a light, that would be ours to share.
I can't believe that there could be any reason to make me see otherwise.
I have seen you walk, and when you do, my heart beats.
It palpitates faster and faster, until I feel like I am about to explode.
With anxiety, with hope, with a dream; that you will glance at me and open a door to a new world of ideality.
Fantasy isn't fiction, it is just an opportunity to expand an idea.
Until the sands of time cease to drop its gentle grains in the hourglass of life, until the ebb and flow of the winds desist upon the mighty mountains glare, I will always have this compassion towards you, towards what could be us, the passion, the need, the lust. At night I dream, of a time where you and I may be left alone in solitude, with no interference, and be left to build and thrive upon or self righteous disparity.
I look upon the heavens with enthusiasm and intelligence.
It is this intelligence that has given me to ask the question:
Will this dream ever become reality?  

[Gachetemas]

Very poetic. It's a wall of boring, dumb text. The end.  

[Patron with a Mission]

It could use some tweaking in terms of format, but I can tell that you have a good idea going. I love your effort, and I admire your passion for this. ^.^