We hate you . . . and we love you.
We? Who ARE we?
Are we myself, alone?
Are we you and I?
So much of me you have become
I no longer know the difference.
I wake in the night just to touch you,
Just to look upon you one more time.
My precious,
I hold you close to me,
I feel your beloved form
Beneath my aching fingers.
For you I gladly abandoned
Light and warmth,
With you I have found completion,
And a new hunger.
I have killed for you,
I would do it again without a thought.
There is no peace to be had
With you or apart from you;
My heart pounds so loudly
It echoes in this darkness.
It is you alone that I want.
You torment me with this attraction,
You tear me with your fire;
This is madness,
But an eternity of this torture
Could never be enough.
You are mine,
My own,
My precious.

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