“They say: I love you. But in poetry, I say: In your soul, I see a moonrise in the dark nights of my life. Drunk with the moonglow, I weave the songs of light in those hollow times. Oh how I sense your love as the kiss of moon in the hollow hours, for in your gaze is the pearl of light that I wear around my neck when my eyes cry an ocean. And a world of laughter opens when melancholy strikes high.”