Walking along a forest path not yet wearily
I think I'm sure I know this path, my...

I love you so much that I could die.
Your face is burned into my very memory...

The cold of winter surely awaits
outside, wind and snow etch...

I created the wind and let it
pull me deep into the upward...

O'Gentle love have I finally realized thee?
Across the vast I searched. Never understanding...

The wee little Pissant complained more his fair...
He wailed and cried that life just isn't fair...

Destiny peered back
to see if fate followed...

Sowing stars in night skies
little and twinkle shine...