I choose love.

All I loved, I loved alone.

Let me so love

At the gate of Bethlehem.

I continued my sprint

With an autumn tint of gold.

I’m never gonna tell a lie or hurt you.

We could live through these letters.

Why do we fantasize?

A magician will practice his performance for years.

Living out these lies,

This broken reality.

Thou wouldst be lov’d.

There’s one thing I can do nothing about:

A demon in my view,

Tapping at my chamber door.