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

“...if you don't regard your word as a sacred covenant, then there is nothing in you I can honor ...”

“...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...”

“...I guess you're right - I am a priest - I offer sacrifices - so take this line, I want you to have something of mine...”

“...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...”

“...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...”

“...there's something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one - I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me...”