I cast my heart out into the world, and you picked it up.
I searched for happiness but gathered sorrow; you gave me sorrow, yet I found happiness.
My heart fell to pieces, and you gathered them in your hands, threading them onto the cord of love.
You made me wander from door to door, until I realized how close you were to me all along.
Your love drew me into sorrow.
When I raised my head, I found myself standing at your door.
Rabindranath Tagore
I'm really envious that someone in my senior year of high school can have such writing style.