Do you remember Bosworth?
Yes, I remember well...

It started this time last year, at Christmastime:
I became yours, I thought you became mine...

I could write a poem based solely on your eyes:
How they flash with innocence, too young to yet be...

Thank you for the memories
Though I may forget in time...

You can't touch me anymore.
I won't be hurt by men...

Don't look at me like that. It's fine.
I don't expect him to stay mine...

I have been waiting for this day
But still I cannot handle it...

I haven't cried for ages.
But this upset me so...

I pray, God, you will be kind to me,
And not let me sink into misery...

I hate to think she's with you
I despise this dreadful pair...

I will build a fort where I will be safe forever,
Where I will accomplish every endeavour...

Over the years I've been on a journey
I just don't know where I'm destined to go...