Even in the distance, you can't will the winter away. You swallowed the stones. Maybe I'm wrong in the way I perceive you. Maybe I can only sense you as an echo in the night. Maybe there is more to the picture, but I've wasted too much time.
Love grows slowly.
I lift the bitter shroud. I'm standing on the threshold. I do not feel so proud. Maybe my eyes are still a child's. Maybe I think reasons are just thick or thin.