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