Wordsfrommyeyesdidstart；
Theyspokeaschordsdofromthestring
Andbloodburntroundmyheart.
Artflowersthewinter'schoice？
Islove'sbedalwayssnow？
Sheseemedtohearmysilentvoice
Notlove'sappealstoknow.
Ineversawsosweetaface
AsthatIstoodbefore：
Myhearthasleftitsdwelling-place
Andcanreturnnomore.
