Please be glad for me, if I shall hide my spirit behind canvas...you know I shall do it just to breathe you deeper and forevermore...(Excerpted from August creature, chapter Pain)

It began long ago,when God created the starswhen shadows were made of lightwhen angels embraced the horizon when souls danced over this realmthen, you were mine...(Excerpted from In bliss, chapter Pain)

You - a sight for sore eyes, a touch of brush on canvas, an enclave on my wicked heart, a ludicrous perfect composition of selected words, of an unknown poet, such perfection,uniquely spread in a human being.(Excerpted from The runner, chapter Pain)

You kidnapped my heart and left her dancing under the moonlight, all covered in red roses petals...(Excerpted from My confession, chapter Pain)