“...have I told you? - your eyes are a dark poem of dancing snow at midnight ...”

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

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

“...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...”

“the abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart...”

“...I remember your profile in darkness outlined by stars ...”

“...some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns...”