You are what I've wanted at the closest,
At the furthest away
When I was bound by compass marks,
You engaged me in the tallest grass
With the tines of a savage wreath
(Oh, my savagery, my savagery!)
And in the convalescence,
After my heart was flayed,
Divorced in a thick of thorns
And then began to heal,
You peeled open my wounds
And I cannot accept Your offer
Lover, I ache to,
But I cannot accept Your offer