“...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 ...”

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

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

“...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...”

“...there's something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one - I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me...”

“...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...”

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