Amanda writes beautiful poetry. Though I dropped out from Lit class in JC (and literally dropped out too as I fell asleep during Keats & Mary Shelley & whatnots), I do find, at times, words move me deeply. Nice work Amanda. So nice I am going to repeat it here (copied without permission):

Your eyes tell me things your words don’t.

Your heart tells you things your mind doesn’t hear.

You thought that love would explode like a million starfires,

champagne comets in the sky.

Instead, love is quiet,

and infinite as the sands that cradle the oceans.