That was, in short, heartbreaking. But excuse my rebuttal, when I say, "I always give my poems to the intended recipient—if I didn't, how would I know that I was truly their friend or special someone? Our bond is proven not by the words, but the intention instilled in them, the coalescence of our souls on a page. Were I to misconstrue another's will, my words would sour on them, and my artistry turn to nothing but gibberish, nonsense ordered to be pretty."