I galloped through the ways to come to you

Passed some lakes and some parched lands

Some lavas on the way with tongue spitting flames

Some glaciers to numb me enough

Sat with them to chat a bit

Taking some in me and leaving some of me

Winds made me porous, what got shed with my skin was a little bit of love

Now what I will bring to you will be a little a bit of lava and a palm of parched matter

Some gurgling brooks which freeze before flowing

Do not tell me…you LOST me.