“...before you, I was a doubled-up fist - now I can hold soft things, fragile as butterfly wings...”

“...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...”

“...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...”

“...I hardly ever see your profile, but have I told you it's beautiful? - like the soft gentle lines of snow...”

“...I know Shakespeare said art is holding up a mirror to nature- but you're actually bending and refracting it through your interior dialogue ...”

“...you can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands...”

“...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...”