I'm going to give credit where credits due. I took this Poem from Amy's blog. It's Yeats, and I love it.

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

The last three lines, OH YES.

I want to write more, I'm just busy as of now. fuck this.