If I could, I would love you again and again, I love only you. The winter rose pricks gently with its thorns and draws its revolver. The bullet hits my heart. My scars sit deep in my heart. This torment strikes me every day. Oh beloved, I am marked without you. Redeem me from my suffering. Keep watch over my love. Just to protect me. To see me happy. To love me. If I could, without you, I would have long since jumped from the highest bridge. To rest in hell. Out of fear of being marked by life for a lifetime, I didn't jump. I love you. That is love and suffering enough. Even if the path bears scars, I go on, the light in my sight. The shadows become a source of strength. Even if the thorns cut, the rose grows towards the light. For all the hands that have carried me, for every heart that stayed with me. If I could, I would love you again and again, I love only you.
