I no longer know solitude’s hunger,
Nor sadness’ drunken days,
My stains of scorn and bitterness,
Washed away by her gentle embrace,
My closet of skeletons
brought out to hang and dry.
They are now dust and ash
and forgiven
Spring has finally arrived.
Winter’s landscape,
swept away by the tide
Of unconditional love,
My love, My love, My love,
my love has finally arrived.
