I can’t say the words out loud, so in a rhyme I wrote you down. Now you’ll live through the ages; I can feel your pulse in the pages. I have written you down. Now you will live forever and all the world will read you. And you will live forever in eyes not yet created, on tongues that are not born…Your body lies upon the sheet, of paper and words so sweet. I can’t say the words, so I wrote you into my verse. Now you’ll live through the ages; I can feel your pulse in the pages. - Poet, Bastille