The Eternal Thirst of Immortal Love

Though you are weary of the night,
I crave your presence, to my soul’s delight.
Our forms entwined, by fevered moonlight,
In passion’s throes, we meet in the twilight.
The air is thick, our skin drenched in mist,
Yet still, I hunger for your fatal kiss.
You consume my heart with each fleeting sigh,
And from your veins, I drink till I fly.
Yet no matter how deep the crimson runs,
My thirst for you can never be undone.

The world is mine, a prize of fate’s decree,
Won in a contest of chance and destiny.
But what care I for such trivial gain?
The spoils of fortune, to me, are vain.
I confess, for all the treasures I possess,
They pale to the taste of your sweet distress.
You ravish my heart, with every breath you give,
And still I thirst—forever I live.

:: 10.05.2024 ::

La Soif Éternelle de l’Amour