Paintings that reflect.
Lover that comes back.

We are but echo
of years passing by,
in needless of pain,
WE are born over again.

Paintings that reflect.
Years passing by.
I want you here again -
Even if pain is the only prize I get.

Hey,
Lover of past,
Husband of morning,
Skeleton of night,
Let me be your scarf when painful
wintercarnation hits again.