But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - W. B. Yeats. I love to write, and I am fascinated by how easily a written word had the power to make me feel happy, or sad, or excited, or in love. Words have my heart in their grip. I have only my words, and I try to harness the power of the word.