I printed all my poems out and put them in a book. br I've placed it on the table in the hopes you'll take a look. br br You know you'll find my soul there beneath the cover page. br You'll read about my pleasures, my heartaches and my rage. br br I know you don't like poetry and this I understand br but how can you not want to peek into my ''wonderland''? br br If you would take a minute and peruse a page or two br I think you'd be suprised to read the thoughts I have of you. br br I've tried to make it easy and I know you see it there. br I'll wait it out and hope you see these things I need to share. br br I suppose I know the answer is in where I place my book. br I'll put it in the bathroom......