Scott Thomas Outlar, Atlanta, USA Rosetta Stone Our language folds neatly into the confines of polite society, fitting snuggly between the lines so they know what we say, but no one else can feel what it means to experience your love this way, and no one can ever truly know what it feels like in my heart when I say I love you. These emotions can only be translated when they are whispered between us. These dreams can only be manifested when it is you and I that create the vision. My mind is a canvass that longs to display the cutest hieroglyphs born from your thoughts. This page is one of a thousand kisses I wish to paint on your lips. This pen drips with adoration and respect for the art that is your soul.