"Tell me darling, who stole the light from your soul? I see the way you hold yourself so tightly. (Maybe you are afraid you will float away.) You are a building standing so tall but a single word would demolish you.
Their tears were their love poem Christopher Poindexter: "I'll throw my voice into the stars and maybe the echo of my words will be written in the clouds for you by sunrise. What I'm trying to say is: I'll love you through the darkness.