Centuries have passed since I last laid my eyes on your brown entrancing eyes; without you many have been the days of pain and sighs. Alone this Vampyre cries for a glimpse of your beauty; if seeing you once again meant my death I will make it my duty. Since then these cold hands have suffered the chill of the night; without your face my days are worse - cursed from the light. Loving you is the sting at my side; desiring you is the thorn at my side!
You... I Hate To Love – for you’ve made me a monster of fright.
You... I Hate To Love – for your sweetness makes my face blight.
My love, I miss the taste of your brown skin; oh how I wished to become part of your kin. No longer can I forget who in you I’ve been -- will my rest of this torture ever come – begin? Still remember the touch of your warm lip; oh, how easily you were able to make me undress – strip. Your jet black hair still reminds me of the darkness you encompass; as we made love my ears could hear the sound of the brass. Tingling still, my flesh creeps as I think upon you my dear; undead and living loving together caused others to feel queer.
Today left alone I Hate To Love... you.
Icy crypts are now my homes without... you.
Only sorrows remain as I look at this picture; your face smiles back at me without movement. Anguish is the norm for this desolate creature; passed have been the eons with no show of improvement.
Tell me, why did you forsake me?
Tell me, why did you allow this to be?
Nowadays I understand my love was not enough; a wanderer is you of those that are lost. Tonight I’m a rotting slough; petrifying do I live my days in your frost!
Hate To Love... leaves me now.
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