Hide your intentions.
This is love's remission.
Hide what you been wishing
(But only in nights dreams).
She came to me on angel's wings-
a beauty from my fantasy.
She called to me
but only in my mind's fancy.
I held her once on summer's wind
when winter came, the harshest blow -
tainting love with rigid snow.
So on this white pallet I lay her angel-
the death to my dear love -so fragile.
Though I bury her in Winter's pain-
resurrected in my dreams,
she lives on again and again.
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