"I wandered, lonely as a cloud"
on a windy day
I'd lost my Love
and so Love lost
me. And i swore never to Love again.
It became the winter of my life
towards the cold bitter end.
Death's grip tightened on my soul
because i did not fight.
I did not fear.
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."
Without Love, no fear exist in me.
Then you appeared in my life
turning Winter into a
You, my angel, said "Come live with me and be my Love."
But I, so tired, whispered
"I have nothing to offer, ut blood,