“...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?...”

“...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?”

“...take off your sweater in the darkness and static flares as a tiny lightning storm - I am the same at the end of your fingertips ...”

“...you can have a dark heart and be a writer, but you can't have a black one..”

“...I hide you inside me because I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind...”

“...who is the hunchback in my comic opera, but me? I'm crippled on the inside and unable to make the gestures of love...”

“...those others - they're looking for trends - subjects to catch a spark - but I have you - a coal from God's altar - a star cupped in my hands...”