Then she stopped
She broke me

By your first embrace
To your final refrase
I will let you sustain
What in my heart remain

Remember, my heart slowly grows
Where as yours just fondly flows
As the rose is the winter flower
I will love you by every hour
Great times or bad
You'll be my favourite sour
I might be just another young lad
That came into your life,
Though I'll make you my wife

From when you first wept
To your final step
I'll hold your hand, all the way
As I'll do it every day

Love, what sweet despair
and what mournful joy
Is love, having a wife
To hold at night
To kiss after work
or
Is love, changing the lonely shower
into the ******* hour
To hold at night
To make love with after work;
Though:
Is love, the poison of our hearts
and the fuel of despair
To cry at night
To drink after work

The winter air, everywhere
Our hands, intertwined
The world around us, quiet
Our eyes, gazing
The people, watching
Young love, careless

Then I remember,
it's a memory

Does it end here;
in my hands;
where it began,
inside my mind,
where the war
would be silenced
******
Or would it be pausing
to once begin
when I have no defense

Life has lost colours
Love has lost emotions
Winter has lost cold
as
Summer got cold
Love became ***
Life became grey
as
Wood became smoke
Stone became dust

Wrath so bad the sun hid from it
Wrath so bad
even darkness
tried to hide
within the shadows
Wrath only a woman
that once poisoned a man's heart
can release