“...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...”

“...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...”

“...you can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands...”

“...not even the wind can bring a tear to my eye the way you do...”

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

“...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...”

“...it's always somebody's fault - I blame you for my helpless love - do you think I chose this? Your beauty compelled me...”