My love, after so many years,
I touch your face,
I look into your stormy Steele eyes.
Your skin is as white as silver alabaster.
I feel your cold hand in mine,
but something inside of you is broken
Because you look so perplex,
Don't recognise me,
My love?
I really that unfamiliar to you my love?
Now that we are once undivided...
As it should be, my darling don't elude
my heart once again
please do not break my own beating heart once more,
because of you, I have cried so many tears...
on a cold and winter's night
Because after all this time,
you are the man that I still adore,
withall of my fragmented benevolence of my life,
please grant me one single solitary yearn,
my love.
Seizemy hand and welcome me to your realm of night,
into the land of everlasting obscurity,
for I am not dismayed,
because I am your angel of everlasting love,
Thus, no abhorrence nor distress,
I only request one thing from you my precious angel of the night,
accept my unimportant essence,
and take me to your realm of blood and darkness,
take my hand and let us fly away from here.
In the dark, we are alone,
I trust you when you kiss my lips
lead me down the pathway to the darkest night,
And we will nevermore fade into the void of bleakness,
you will never vanish from my embrace,
to the end of time,
I promise you.
New dawn, like a phoenix
is reborn in her ashes,
this moment foremost,
we intend to be,
nevermore far away from one's possession,
my inamorato, you must retain your memories of me in the end.
Because you situated your cold hand on me
newborn virgin snow-white face,
There are tears of comfort,
as I look into your eyes,
you break as I am recognizable,
to you after all,
Come my darling, I am here for you,
This the night is meant for you and I
Come my darling,
Not even death could divide us forever,
But within the due time, we were united as one soul as it ought to be...
For this night of sin we are united always and forever.
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Venus of Glass
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