“I would die without you,” she said,
and I wanted to confess I already had,
But how do you tell someone you absolutely adore
the complete truth of you,
when you’re not even sure
who you are,
only who you once were.
“I would give you my soul,” she said,
if you would just take me
any way you want into your embrace,
and all I could think of in that instant
was not drifting souls,
or beating hearts,
but throbbing veins
and the rush of blood flowing through them.
“I would die so willingly for you,” she said,
And so she did just that,
leaving behind all that she was
and all that she would ever be
for a blood red passion
and an insatiable drowning of the soul,
for an eternity of love,
and without end.
By Paul D Aronson.