“...loveliness is the Milky Way... but also all the myriad points of radiance streaming from your beauty...”

“... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began...”

“...allowing yourself to be vulnerable makes you weak but also opens you to the nuances of beauty...”

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

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

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

“...you are a river rock and belong in a stream - not here in this upper room sinking in my bed...”