A moonlit night: I walk alone through the dense wood,
hearing the mournful wolves of the darkness crying
to the coldest, blackest sky far above lying;
And I kept trying to flee, as fast as I could,
from what or from who, I never quite understood.
Was it the eyes in the shadows, always spying,
or was it you who caused me to depart, flying?
Or did I seek to escape Death in the thick wood?
No, not Death, but Love that to you would hold me bound
and would compel me to admit you I do need;
I tried to evade you, but you were all around,
and I knew that of love I would never be freed.
Wherever I went, I found your love in each place;
I ran, but I still found myself in your embrace.


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