bones are rattling, aching for your touch
a love that so quickly submerged me
will surely pass, as fast as it came
         and I will surely miss you, like the moon misses the sun
each and every night
because we long to be one
but the forces of this world wreak havoc in our hearts
and our minds are tattered and what is left, is scarce
and you know the way that the birds fly away for the winter?
I wouldn't do that to you,
because I couldn't, and in the winter I will not leave
because I know that you need my warmth
and in the hard times I promise to stay
because I know that you need my help