““Could it be that unending mercy bestows itself upon my wretched heart? Oh, that I could give you that mercy, that blessing that I have! I would gladly trade it for your loneliness, for your beautiful dark eyes that, when looked upon, even in a dream, blind me with light, swirling colors that cannot be described with words. They are colors that only exist in the mirror of your soul. The ones you have shown me and no one else. You have my colors. You have my being, tangled as it is.””
