Snow was my first...
Places to tell the world to come, does
Through the ides of irony, eventually worst...?
The count of sincerity in a future, won with hoary love?

Tales told carefully before you...
Terror and a lip with time to tell
Loans of call and courage, to select our fate, due
Shown the sour ways we depart of pain, for a wish in hell...

The times in may's meaning, to keep another, kind...
Needy is my view, a stare of rendition
And honor, come to firsts as if to find
A heat of cope and sophistication, with simplicity's intuition?

Promise me anything but a shared light?
And see the curiosity of my worth, become my deed
Saving from the could, excuses in the faring, of senses mighty...
Will a world of beauty come to collect all, become any's lead?

Contrary to philosophy and the ailing we find
Time is an around need, with sensitivity's virtue
Giving me, a whole of space and despair, as long as heed serves?
The tone of my choice, and never the voice of hope, even and due...?