My love, it is you that I adore.

I’ve followed you across space and time, from a distant star to a setting moon. I’ve been led blindly and willingly by your promises of eternity, never looking back and never doubting. Many have been born, lived and died, yet I still remain here, at your side. I watch the hourglass, a pale imitation of your form, watching as the sands of time sift endlessly. I, a prisoner with no plan of escape…sitting, waiting, doting on your every utterance.

A goddess in purest form, the beauty in the eye of the beholder, the one with the key, the culprit of the pulled heartstrings…you. As we roam the darkness and prey upon the night, I take your hand and press my lips to your cold skin.

We must never be apart.

We are of the same kind, by my choice and your making. As the passing hours destroy the once vital and turns black to gray and gray to white, they hold no reins over us. The nights become years and the years become millenia.

For you and I, forever is real.