“...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...”

“...you trace a finger over my scar and uncloak me like a timid star...”

“...the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ...”

“...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...”

“...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...”

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

“...I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace...”