mikey and jade

hers was an indefinable poem of self-recognition and of acknowledging it was ok to look into her mirror everyday and find worth there...since mikey is that mirror. his was cool, calm, collected. just like he do. i wish they got married every weekend so i could be reminded of what is possible. it could, too, be just possible that we live amongst the impossible, the magical, the inconceivable, every day...and so...