I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.
I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind.
When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.
We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves.
I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.
It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.