Blindly beckoning to the imminent years,
Swiftly spiralling south of understanding,
Turbulence shaped by discarded tears,
Unscrewed, in doubt of hopeful dreaming.
False hopes promised from false idols reign,
Fall onto deaf-hoped ears in woods of hostility.
Hibernation bear-sleeping, hiding from the pain,
Full-winter, its icicle tears cracks away fragility.
Under sweet spring pillows, your rose lay hidden,
Through thorn-laden briars battled to uncover,
my prince, dreaming absently, a loving kiss given,
a saviour’s devotion renewed true love, forever.