Empty branches, contents cold on the floor.
From summer through spring this choice will prevail.
Stripped, shiver in winds and snow cold and raw.
You love him. For him to smile you must fail.
For love, you hold high the proof that it's true.
Do anything, don't try to break your fall.
Hurt is a feeling that's totally new
As is this caring, unconditional.
This feeling of love will be hard to retain.
The winter will break soon. You will attain.
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