...you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on...

— John Geddes

...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words...

— John Geddes

You know the way of the wind in the night—the desolate alleys my soul takes

— John Geddes

...you listen first with the ears - then, you wait and listen for what your heart feels - then you consider what they've said - then, you reply ...

— John Geddes

...you mean you don't fit characters into a plot? Excatly...

— John Geddes

...you must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved...

— John Geddes

...you need to travel to see the ocean - I don't need the ocean - I have the sky...

— John Geddes

...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...

— John Geddes

Your moods and colors are my climate, not the changing face of the sky

— John Geddes

Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin

— John Geddes