When an epiphytic thought came to, I knew I would never regret choosing you because I am in awe and that will be shared by many.  For now, the ones around me try to convince me that you were an unrealistic fantasy at best, but you were the one that got me through at my worst, so maybe I'll share the sweetness with those who need a special place.  To be a philosopher is to be mocked at for not succeeding in the real world, and everyone wanted to see me in failure for failing to fit the mold, but gouge out my eyes if I don't love her for the sake of saving face.  My sweet seductress, the naysayers try to take you away from me, and although our lives don't add up now, at least our graves will look the same.  I know they're scared of the lessons they'll have to learn, but wouldn't it be worth it?