When all my words <br />are sipped like fine champagne, <br />when, in my dreams, <br />Roman candles explode <br />within the heart of every reader, <br />then, and only then, <br />must I grant myself this <br />most foolish of all fantasies: <br /> <br /> <br />A poem is now complete!<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hubris-2/
