I wish I could feel, The unbound joy, Of being called, The goodest boy
The red robin asks- "what's new, What's new, The answer is simple- your wine is askew
I'm Safe with you, In your embrace, I yearn for you, I want a taste
Smoke rises from embers gently burning
How can we speak?
I love you, I love you, good-bye,
Digits intertwine, as lips envelope mine,
It is I
Known they, the Sisters of Wrath and Woe, Ever the Devil track’d ere they go.
The cracks of night begin to form, When the horizon teases thoughts of morn,