Donde Termina El Arco Iris,

The Birds Of Night Peck At The First Stars That Flash Like My Soul When I Love You.

Hands Make The World Each Day.

To Feel The Love Of People Whom We Love Is A Fire That Feeds Our Life.

Where Were You Then? Who Else Was There? Saying What? Why Will The Whole Of Love Come On Me Suddenly When I Am Sad And Feel You Are Far Away?

I Built Up These Lumber Piles Of Love, And With Fourteen Boards Each I Built Little Houses, So That Your Eyes, Which I Adore And Sing To, Might Live In Them. Now That I Have Declared The Foundations Of My Love, I Surrender This Century To You: Wooden Sonnets That Rise Only Because You Gave Them Life.