I got this poem out of a book I read called "Naomi's Room". I enjoyed the book and I also liked the poem, I hope that you do too!
Baci soavi e cari
Cibi della mia vita
C'hor m'involtate hor mi rendete il core.
Per voi convien ch'impari
Come un'alma rapita
Non senta il duol di morte pur si more...
(which means....)
Kisses sweet and tender
The food of my life.
That steal my heart and then give it back to me.
You should understand
How a soul that has been ravished
Feels not the angony of death, and yet it dies...
The Giaour
Lord Byron
But first on earth as Vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race:
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which performance,
Must feed thy livid living corse:
Thy victims, ere they yet expire,
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are wither'd on the stem...
Wet thine own blood shall drip thy gashing tooth and haggard lip;
Then stalking to thy sullen grace,
Go-and with Ghouls and Adrifts rave;
Till these in horror shrink away from Spectre more accursed than they!
Anon
The demon in your head,
Will rape you in your bed at night.
The wisdom of ages.
The lies are outragous.
Time wiats for no man.
My fate is sealed.
