It was a soft kiss, tender lips.

You were so warm to my touch,

Breakable; a beautiful ornament, but only for the eyes,

For my hands could not touch you.

Hands of destruction, devastating power for my love.

A terrible result of my sins, I live in constant fear.

Without you, I am nothing and nothing is more vital than you, my love.

Death and destruction are carried on my shoulders,

The ever imminent battle wages deep inside me.

Blood or love?

Your scent is tantalizing, never ceasing in its power.

But love is strong,

I choose you my love.