Dear love,

My name and my face don't matter much anymore
See, I was cost to this horrible accident.
A broken bow; my melody not so sweet anymore.
But in loss, I've gained.

I know your name again, my sweet love.
How the shocking cold of the timberous north does rip through my skin,
So does your name through my mind and my head.
You are the soul I would give love to hold.
You are the best friend I never had.

And as I ramble on in silence
I think of your head
Dashed there on the rocks by the muddy banks
And I think,

'If only love could save.'