....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....

He was like a shattered stained-glass window: something beautiful that's broken; a million colours fallen on the ground where no light can get through.

...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...

...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...

...I've always idealized women I've loved - they all fell short, save one - the one God chose for me - she lights up a room by walking into it...

I'd crawl over broken glass for Elle MacPherson or Cindy Crawford.