I sent you to her to say, “I love you.” And you come back and say, “She wants a castle.” I dispatched you to my love to say, “I dream of you.” And you return and say, “She needs a flower garden.” Go, tell her I own no castles or flower gardens. But I can write her sweet poems of those. Don’t tell me, “She reads no poems.” For castles and gardens perish. But love never dies. And poetry is love! (EXCERPTED FROM "BEAUTIFUL," A POETRY COLLECTION BY ARTHUR ZULU, TO BE PUBLISHED SOON. IF YOU EN.