16 October 2012
The Winter was harsh, Yours arms stretched afar, Waiting for my words to unravel, But I never did want to travel, The distance from denial to trial, The stakes too high - I'd seen witches die And my love would never make me immortal.
Not brave enough to pry those eyes, Nor trace your lips with mine, I was too cowardly to find what I know, now.
Opuss № I