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I have tasted your tears, your blood, your sweat.
I have gazed into your eyes and seen my smile reflected.
I have watched you sleep for hours on end.
My fingers have traced endless miles across your skin.
I have felt, tasted, breathed every essence of you.
I remember the second you first walked through my door.
You seemed so sweet and innocent,
And I was so dark and evil.
I touched you ever so gently
And I felt a weakness opening in me.
Then you left so gracefully.
Our next night we both can never forget.
I met you at the door,
I asked for you to trust me.
I bathed you in the petals of a dozen dozen roses,
and more tenderness than i had ever thought possible.
For months after that
I carried you close to me,
Holding you as tightly as you would allow.
You were so beautiful to me.
I watched you shed so many tears,
I always wiped them from your cheek.
I watched you smile so many smiles,
I was glad that I had a part in them.
And the greatest of all,
whenever you were scared or frightened,
I carried and held you, oh so close to me.
We shared so much in such a short time
And we taught each other so much about life,
I did not know how to react.
You are so fragile and lovely,
That I could carry you in my arms forever.
And I thought for a moment I might.
As black and vile a soul I have,
You have given me so many precious, tender memories.
There is nothing that you could ask of me,
That I would not do for you;
Except forget you.