Everything in the universe is poetry. Pain is poetry. The stars are poetry. In fact, even you are poetry to someone, whose heart may hum at the mere thought of you. There is most definitely not a lack of things to write about. The problem lies in whether or not one can—or even wishes to—weave the words necessary to accurately capture the world in purple prose.

I hope that this book can do that. As is with humans, the most mundane words can be as beautiful as others (those that roll of your tongue like a lullaby or sound lyrical even when not being sung) if you just look a bit deeper.

Thus, this book is a compilation of my elucidations of the ordinary words that can be unequivocally beautiful.

—Lily White

DEDICATION

To everyone I have loved and will love irrevocably: you have permitted me to write my own definition of love.