It is a folly I should think
Your soul to be concealed
Within the orange palace
Behind lock and link
And so my feelings are lost
Caught and drowned
Like newly-sprouted trees
Destroyed in your frost
My love shall grow again in spring
I must confess
My words freeze
As I try to thaw you with this ring
Still your floodwaters rush over me
I struggle for the surface
I try to reach the top
Maybe if I break through you’ll see
When you say our love can never thrive
The bright sun shines
The green grass grows
And its my love for you that helps me survive
Amber Scodras