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 us 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