You are what I've wanted at the closest, at the furthest away. When I was bound by compa** marks, You engaged me in the tallest gra** with the tines of a savage wreath. (Oh, my savagery, my savagery!) And in the convalescence, after my heart was flayed, divorced in a thick of thorns and then began to heal, You peeled open my wounds... And I cannot accept Your offer. Lover, I ache to, but I cannot accept Your offer.