I came across this sweet poem by Elizabeth Camp. Enjoy it.
Tender are the scars that never heal
Deep are the wounds of the soul
Long is the night that never ends
And false are the tales you’ve been told…
You have visited me within your dreams
You have seen my shadow upon your wall
You have heard my voice within your mind
And you are helpless to resist my call…
I am the one you hope never to find
Yet I am the one that fills your heart
I am the one whose tender kisses
You long for in the dark…
I could hold you in a lover’s embrace
But once would never do
For already you fill my senses
With love and need for you…
I am legend, lore, and myth
I roam the dark of night
I take what I need from the innocent
I flee from dawn’s first light…
You ask who and what I am
But in your heart you already know
Though a mortal man I may not be
I am still the one who loves you so.
Spice








