There was a man I knew br and just knowing him br made me think of poetry. br br Loving him, I learned br that accepting love br is as important as giving it br br and the not-so-subtle difference br between loving lukewarm br and loving red-hot. br br Love like that br can make you stupid - br a total-immersion kind of stupid, br but it made me want br to read poetry. br br In a different time br and a different place br it might have worked br br but it was over br and when the last page was turned br he was only a man I knew br br no regrets br just one perfect memory br and because I loved him br I write poetry.br br C.J.