Compassion...

Compassion. What is such a thing? For I know none of. Imagine that, though. Being shown compassion. It could be from anyone. A love interest. A friend. A stranger. A soul. A heart. Imagine compassion. Oh. For she is the star I may never reach; but watch from afafar as everyone, but I get to enjoy her presence. Like Romeo and Juliet. Only my Romeo, I ponder where thy of is mythical. So, imagine. Imagine a world of great compassion.