“...my thoughts reach out like prayers to you - and if you are quiet, you can hear...”

“...when I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears...”

“...you found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell...”

“...and you thought beauty was the outward show - but now you know the truth, my Love - it's always been the inner fire...”

“...once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you...”

“...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...”

“...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...”