I Am Not This Hair, I Am

The Light Which Shines In The Eye Is Really The Light Of The Heart.

If Words Come Out Of The Heart, They Will Enter The Heart.

This Is How I Would Die Into The Love I Have For You: As Pieces Of Cloud Dissolve In Sunlight.

In Your Light I Learn How To Love. In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems. You Dance Inside My Chest Where No-one Sees You, But Sometimes I Do, And That Sight Becomes This Art.

Show Me Anger And I Will Show You 'hurt'. Show Me Hurt And I Will Show You 'love'. Peel The Layers If You Care!