Never in my restless days shall I write such...
the poetry I see in you...
I met this girl who lived up there
Over the highest mountain, near the biggest...
Those much more sadder days,
in which gestures fail to heal and memories fail...
Your beauty shatters me and makes me whole
You are my calm day, my tempest, the stormy high I...
Let all writers and poets dream
Let all their talent be my scream...