The Random Way-chan : Edition One :

"A poet knows he can reach a woman's heart with the depth of his words; he caresses her skin with sonnet and ignites her passion with the skill of his prose. Beyond the veil of his words, his voice of falls unheard; his hands ache for the touch of comforts only in written form he knows." — The Book of Counted Tears

"I have not the visage of a well-groomed man, nor do I sport physique like fabled Adonis. I hold no grandeur of material things nor carry on as one in power. All that I claim as my own are my words, and hope; someday they shall not fail me." — The Book of Counted Tears

"I knew not a thing of agony until, behind all doors now locked and barred, that coveted thing of passion did lie; I knew then at that moment there existed no greater courage then sip from the chalice of silence alone." — The Book of Counted Tears

"There is nothing ever so disconcerting as a romance that falters. Embers of that former fire remain, casting forever shadows on the walls of our lives the images of what-ifs and what-could-have-been." — The Book of Counted Tears

"Many seasons have seen my forays into matters of the heart. Each return from such far wanderings leaves me something darker than the shining self I once knew. What remains of tomorrows to come may either be the salvation I yearn for or the final fall of hope's banner." — The Book of Counted Tears

"A fragment of a white knight remains within the faded husk of that former glory. Though I know longer know the man he once was, I reminisce of the honor it was to carry his burden." — The Book of Counted Tears