You're just too good to be true, a new soul in a winter's tale.
I watch the winter song unfold from the Wuthering Heights.
Falling slowly through the Dark Divine I know you are my only hope. ~excerpt from poem
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2011
, Article 4.
Available at: https://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2011/iss2/4