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A collection of poems, fitting for the season. I wish for your sake, dear listener, that half of what is recorded herein were false!

I ran from you, far over hill and hollow, I ran from you to places you would never follow, Why chase after one like me who wanted nothing less, than to profane our love and then defile my wedding dress? I ran from you, until I lost my sight, I ran from you into the deep recess of night, why chase after one like me who wanted nothing less, than to profane our love and then defile my wedding dress? Here at last I realize the error of my ways, in sullen, endless, twilit night I long for your embrace, But what is this? My shadow cast across the ground before, A light from somewhere close behind that shineth evermore, My sight restored, I turn around to seek the source of light, The grandeur of that brilliant stream dissolving all of night, And face to face with me here stands a sight I scarce believe, My groom has come, arms opened wide and waiting to receive, I run to you, forgiveness is my plea, But you sing of undying love, you’ve chased me ceaselessly.