Love

Love

A Chapter by Dean

I remember you clearly, my porcelain doll,

Pale, snow cold skin with the features of a goddess…

A taste for the unknown and a passion for the dark,

Morbid curiosity that left you bland.

Your beautiful light eyes that blend in with your skin,

A fair body that opposed blending into the crowd…

The first night I saw you my heart stood still,

I could smell you the second you walked in.

I remember the men and the boys crowding at your side,

But from all of them you saw me and said hi.

The moment on, they all knew to stay away

You were the victim of a vampire that bit quite hard,

A tick that sucked like no other…

The leech that knew no limits and did not know “No.”

They feared my carelessness; they knew I’d get them killed…

The rebellious fool would cross the limits…

But you found that nice to know.

New to my world, yet been there before…

Love, blood spilling bites, are addictive, as you soon learned,

But then I was always the one to refuse to give you that pleasure,

Did not want your family receiving the news over breakfast.

I can remember that night, as clear as the crystal…

Baby blue dress and wonderful hair falling in rings,

All the dresses I bought you, the red, the pink and the gold,

You looked gorgeous and you were mine to hold…

At the beginning of the day and at the end of the night,

Mine and mine alone my angel, you were right…

The innocence viewed in your eyes, so perfect… so pure.

I hope you have forgiven my departure, so suddenly…

And I wish you treated Bella better… she deserved the world…

 Someday we’ll return together, hand in hand…

And I will show you I have kept my vow to you…

“I will love you forever.”

 

P.S:

I have seen someone else, the spitting image and your signature taste,

Never forgotten and never replaced, and like you,

I will love her beyond the end.



© 2008 Dean


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