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

“...yes I understand your spells—your sex magic—at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in...”

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

“...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 ...”

“... only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ...”

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

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