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

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

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

“...you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...”

“...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 ...”

“...don't you realize a flawless profile means nothing when a mere smile drives me to desperation? Don't you covet that power?..”

“...God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips...”