Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light,
Sport and repose lock from me day and night,
To desperation turn my trust and hope,
An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope,
Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy,
Meet what I would have well, and it destroy,
Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
If, once a widow, ever I be wife!
Hamlet. Act III, Scene I

I found great inspiration behind these words.
I have beautiful ideas for this sublime poem.
This is my next artwork, Im sure.
Kindness is the exotic fruit of the Soul