“...everything I treasure is broken - it's of no use to anybody but me...”

“...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...”

“...ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know...”

“...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...”

“...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...”

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

“...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...”