The candle burned within her hand,
The scent of winter season –
I loved her; she’d no use for me,
But with some reason
The way that I remember things,
I was the one aggrieved;
I wonder now if my recall should really
Be believed
The candle burned within her hand,
The scent of winter season –
I loved her; she’d no use for me,
But with some reason
The way that I remember things,
I was the one aggrieved;
I wonder now if my recall should really
Be believed