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

“...to know an other's interior life you are his confessor or a writer - the one is admitted freely, the other intrudes by discerning of spirits ”

“...that icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...”

“...I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art...”

“...I love Shakespeare, but sometimes....his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head....”

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

“...I look out at the world through your transparent face...”