Do not dramatize this.

There is no cliché once you’re in the thing.
Once you’re in the thing, there is no way to explain how it clouds every thought,
until the sky is full of poppies and the sea is full of poppies and she is full of poppies.
Yes, you are climbing and climbing and you are not getting any higher.
But you have no rock.
You are not Sisyphus.

Don’t dramatize this because you want to be lyrical.
There is a melody in repetition, in lacking a cause or lacking an effect,
in being as far from a God as you can get.
Be Human when that is what is begged of you.

Pick flowers and give them to her, because you can never assume she has enough.
Some girls will never have enough,
even when they live among the clouds,
even when they sip nectar from petals
and laugh like diamonds.

Do not dramatize her because you want to be lyrical.