He: You're staring at the fire.
She: Yeah. It's beautiful isn't it? The wood burning, slowly.You can seat in front of the fireplace and look at it till there's only ashes left.He: Agreed... Plus, the sound is also a music to the ears.She: I guess... When we stare at something silently for a while, whatever you're looking at, it becomes poetic.He: Now you got why "everything seems poetic to me, when I want it"...She: Ohh no, I unmasked your gift!He: Yeah. Now what do I have to prevail? I'm finished!She: Ohh don't be sad, I'm pretty sure you'll always be the master of it.He: Mmm it's funny, because the reflection of the fire on your face is pretty...She: What, will you draw me?He: I wish I knew how to!
Instead I'm gonna stare at you for a while... Ask me again what I'm thinking in a few minutes...