These scars long have yearned for your tender caress

To bind our fortunes, [bad word] what the stars own

Rend my heart open, then your love profess

winding, weaving fate to which we both atone

You flee my [bad word] the morning

Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet

To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy

Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

The wolf I will follow into the storm

To find your heart, its passion displaced

By ire ever growing, hardening into stone

Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace

You flee my [bad word] the morning

Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet

To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy

Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

I know not if fate would have us live as one

Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound

The wish I whispered, when it all began

Did it forge a love you might never have found?

You flee my [bad word] the morning

Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet

To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy

Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep