Our Thirst Is Strong
When shades of night are drawn to close
As the sun descends to darken the way
I am awakened, no more in repose
For I slept through each sun shined day
I dreamed of when my eyes would open
And too, of the hour, when we would meet
To then fly from here, my hidden coffin
To taste of you, my love, my sweet
This vampire loves his mortal mate
I have nothing but time to wait, so I wait
As our lover’s moon then so ascends
We’ll meet there by the garden gate
With feelings strong, dare not pretend
I’ll wait for you, do not be late
The scent of you, I smell for miles
The taste of you, my love, is rare
As every thought of you, inspires smiles
For I, I fall victim to your stare
So true, you make this vampire weak
But, for love my dear, t’is you I seek
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