“Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lipsOur silence, our wordsLight that goes, light that returnsA single smile between usIn quest of knowledge I watched night create dayO beloved of all, beloved of one aloneyour mouth silently promised to be happyAway, away, says hateCloser, closer, says loveA caress leads us from our infancyIncreasingly I see the human form as a lovers’ dialogueThe heart has but one mouthEverything by chanceAll words without thoughtSentiments adriftA glance, a word, because I love youEverything movesWe must advance to live Aim straight ahead toward those you loveI went toward you, endlessly toward the lightIf you smile, it enfolds me all the betterThe rays of your arms pierce the mist.”

“The curve of your eyes goes around my heart,A round of dance and sweetness,Halo of time, nocturnal and safe cradle,And if I don't know any more all that I've lived throughIt's because I haven't always been seen by you.”

“Your eyes in which I travelHave given to signs along the roadsA meaning alien to the earth.”

“See with your own eyes, hear with your own ears, think your own thoughts, say what you must say, do what you must do, love all that you can and stand on your own two feet.”

“You can't see yourself. You know what you look like because of mirrors and photographs, but out there in the world, as you move among your fellow human beings, whether strangers or friends or the most intimate beloveds, your own face is invisible to you. You can see other parts of yourself, arms and legs, hands and feet, shoulders and torso, but only from the front, nothing of the back except the backs of your legs if you twist them into the right position, but not your face, never your face, and in the end - at least as far as others are concerned - your face is who you are, the essential fact of your identity. Passports do not contain pictures of hands and feet. Even you, who have lived inside your body for sixty-four years now, would probably be unable to recognize your foot in an isolated photograph of that foot, not to speak of your ear, or your elbow, or one of your eyes in close-up. All so familiar to you in the context of the whole, but utterly anonymous when taken piece by piece. We are all aliens to ourselves, and if we have any sense of who we are, it is only because we live inside the eyes of others.”

“When love has been in your life you see that the only true, real pleasure of life is love. Every other thrill arises from that basic source of pleasure. The most meaningful songs are those your lover hums in your presence, the prettiest blossoms are the ones he offers and the only praise that counts is your beloved's. In a word or two, life only goes Technicolor in the very moment love's fingers caress it.”

“What can I say to you that I haven't already said? What can I give you that I haven't already given? Is there anything of me that isn't yours already? My body, my mind, my heart, even my soul. Everything that is me belonged to you long before this, and it shall be yours long after this. I will follow you anywhere and everywhere you lead. I will keep you and anyone created with our love safe from all harm. From this day on, I choose you, my beloved, to be my wife. To live with you and laugh with you; to stand by your side, and sleep in your arms; to bring out the best in you always, and, for you, to be the most that I can. I promise to laugh with you in good times, to struggle with you in bad; to wipe your tears with my hands; to comfort you with my words; to mirror you with my soul; and savor every moment, happy or sad, until the end of our lives and beyond.”