The Lover's chance

And even though my heart has been subscribed to another as if a cheap magazine of a New Yorker's stand, I stand by you. My stance, firmly laid upon the thick grass near you. A heart of silver, you have- we shan't afford gold. Caramel candies look upon your eyes for inspiration to a being. Although odds seems to be against us, I know a way out. Death. Death, our frozen landscape to escape the treachery, the hardship, the benevolent forces that have miraculously accumulated before us as a foe. Allow my breath of ice to drag you down to the depths of hell and back... with me.. for eternity.