How I love you, oh my love.
Such precious times we’ve shared, only to be separated by a demise.
Our beautiful stage now contains only one caged bird.
Please, return home.
Return to your love, my dear.
It’s been cold without you.
Only you know secrets of myself which haunt the night above.
I must be dreaming.
I surely should be.
The memory of your ribs taunts me. Can I rip them open to find your heart?
Its faltering throb is still alive…