...you can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands...

...you were there when they trampled me - you picked me up, healed me and gave me back my feelings - is it any wonder I love you?...

...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches...

...in India ink your writing is lovely, but not as lovely as your hand - it is your hand - I know your hand - it fits so well in mine ...

...who is the hunchback in my comic opera, but me? I'm crippled on the inside and unable to make the gestures of love...

...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...

...I hardly ever see your profile, but have I told you it's beautiful? - like the soft gentle lines of snow...

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

...you are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow...