Tonight, I fear, I feel romantic; searching idoly for words to woo me and thus doth move me. And yet, I remain unmoved. My love is not around; my passion underground; pressed assunder by pressing matters to better pass the grade. I'd curse at my exam come morning, but I'd only be damning my future; my energy; my money-- what a way to kill the romance. And yet I know it still I feel romantic; searching quietly for a phrase to woo me, and thus doth soothe me. For I am yet unsettled and have slept in dreamful vacancy; my mind still cluttered with fact and note, no space for love, no time for wrote. J.B. Dreams