“...you are my Lady of Shalott lost in a dream of isolation - I care too much for you - I romanticize depression...”

“...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? ...”

“...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...”

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

“...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words...”

“...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...”

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