“...there's something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one - I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me...”

“...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? ...”

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

“...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 ...”

“...everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous - to be reminded of how they once saw the world ...”

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

“...so now you know my eyes are green - because of my shirt? You never looked into my soul to know how much in me is green...”