“...and you thought beauty was the outward show - but now you know the truth, my Love - it's always been the inner fire...”

“...it's always somebody's fault - I blame you for my helpless love - do you think I chose this? Your beauty compelled me...”

“...surely by now you must know: It’s love; it’s love—but will there ever be good news?...”

“...have you been waiting all this time, faithful as always, my Life?...”

“...so now you know my eyes are green - because of my shirt? You never looked into my soul to know how much in me is green...”

“...with you, I'm always on the verge - feeling dizzy like looking at waves - and you, my Love, make me tipsy...”

“...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths...”