“... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...”

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

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

“...the wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...”

“...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...”

“... you are lovely - God has painted every feature of your soul ...”

“...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...”