“...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?”

“...have I told you? - your eyes are a dark poem of dancing snow at midnight ...”

“...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?...”

“the abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart...”

“...the furnace of affliction comes from doing what seems right in our own eyes...”

“...our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives...”

“...Why did just my eyes adore you - Have you ever wondered that? well, as Hegel said, “Too fair to worship, too divine to love.”...”