A vampire seeks her dead husband on the battlefield to reunite with him.
I seek love in the midst of despair walking the battlefield the dead are everywhere I seek that certain face he who I will revive I wander this tragic place wanting to bestow the gift of life I seek him who I will marry my husband I am his wife immortality tore us apart but death does re-write I find him and now a new life will start resurrection with my blood he rises as a new born vampire he is as I now and we can again love I seek love love I found death gave him to me denied was the ground
Im into the whole seeking love by playing the levels kinda theme. Im saying this because of the life experiences or stages that are displayed as the different happenings in the love story and what I like about this love story here is that it is purely deep rooted so the reader can relate to their personal story as their taken to this scenery of playing the levels in life because of love.
oh no, not another vampire-love story! This poem, in my opinion, would have been much better without that blood-lusting supernatural creature. Of course, this is only personal preference. The writing is good.
Im into the whole seeking love by playing the levels kinda theme. Im saying this because of the life experiences or stages that are displayed as the different happenings in the love story and what I like about this love story here is that it is purely deep rooted so the reader can relate to their personal story as their taken to this scenery of playing the levels in life because of love.
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..