One winter morning on the street
You gave me a handful of affliction;
And I love, and I value - I adore it -
Just a mortal, drowned in a fiction.
You say you like my eyes and hair,
You say you wish I never to amend;
But you never mention the despair,
Because you always pretend.
Now every single winter, which occurs
I see your shade beside the wall;
Just empty space, or maybe curse
On my unending winter fall. ...