... the poet notices that someone has marked the outside of her hotel room window during the night with a blue magic marker “X.”
Love is no box In which to put The object of ones highest heart...
.. of the fear in the eyes
Help me instead to understand
I have come to a diff'rent land
Where I may shed my excess fright...
You find a way
To tell me that you mean me harm...
Sing, little bird
You are my prize
You think yourself so very wise...
Please take this cup
Love is no box
In which to put
The object of ones highest heart...
I humbly ask the angels
In this my hour of need
If it truly deserving is
That I am indeed...