“...in India ink your writing is lovely, but not as lovely as your hand - it is your hand - I know your hand - it fits so well in mine ...”

“...I wish I could tell the tale of your beauty as my rough hands caress your face...”

“...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...”

“...you do violence with your words if you force them - art is given - the words received, moment by moment from unseen hands - call it a Muse ...”

“...the secret to writing is to get your own pain - shout it out till it hurts your throat - weep it into your pillow - then write it down ...”

“...I know I misplace my glasses - the one's I don't need - you roll your eyes - but I don't misplace my love ...”

“...the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ...”