“...yes, I wrote that for you, who can't sort out lie from lay no matter how often I explain it - crayons and perfume - you still don't get it ...”

“...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? ...”

“...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...”

“...the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep...”

“...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...”

“...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ...”

“...I don't want what other men see in you- you the you I want is invisible but it is the part of you I really love...”