Tears are diamonds mined from the heart

They are testimonies of memories past remembered

Honest tears come from the deepest chamber of hearts

And when they come forth, describe pains from being loved


Muse: Wild Eyes

When I stare at the mirror, the sight of you startle me

Gracing in the shape you gave my face I wonder

Shy to stand before men, to let them behold themselves

Through the mirror God had cast in my colorful eyes

Now to you pretty, wild acquaintance

I salute, I hail, I solemnly greet you and,

Sometimes methinks you see things which you give to write