A constant aching within this bottomless chasm. Filled only by the void. Pleasant icy shivers travelling up my spine, as if to replace the images sought by mine eyes. Deeply, deeper. Close those orbs; wish not to see the morning. Such great sacrifices have been wrought upon my marrow, to hear but a voice. A bodiless entity, from which the void is filled for but a moment. Spirit and body must both be mine own. To cup the face of radiance and have it's lips meet the unworthy lips of mine.

A dream. 'Tis a dream. All a dream; from which I wish not to wake.

Thus; this tnagible and fleeting love had left a mark upon this soul. For eternity; I proudly bear.