“....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....”

“...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...”

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

“...I know I misplace my glasses - the one's I don't need - you roll your eyes - but I don't misplace my love ...”

“...when I met you, you were so beautiful, the air around you vibrated with color ...”

“...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?...”

“...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...”