“...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...”

“....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....”

“...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 ...”

“...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? ...”

“...when I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears...”

“... your heart is your soul twinkling in the black firmament inside you...”

“...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...”