My mistletoe has wilted
yellowbrown touch dis...

Why covered, her rose
never gold, (or love:shadows...

Bury me down, clouds
kiss my sun; fold me up tight...

Torn and apart
inside midnight pleasures...

Peaceful stroll from lake to land
so close to me, could touch them by hand...

My burning surface
grows that cold night's distance...

Young, yet no bright light
Only sorrow tastes your lips...

Center of your heart
it's breaking up, so alone...

Why the whispers?
Your hand on my heart...

Where again
did you leave that...

A heart blind
will drown its life...

My my, beautiful,
how you've changed...