So-ok- i'm in love. What am i supposed to do? Be in hate. I love when he puts his arms around me and when he kisses my neck. My love, my beautiful love. He makes me long for darkness. His immortal love is far from sobbering. I love his smile, his sorry's, his "I love you's". Will the pain of pleasure ever end? I hope not. Dance with me, my love so that our hearts may be almost one. I want to be close to your chest rising and falling with every breath, as if by magick you are here and I am in your arms. So this is very poetic, this sonnet. Only it isnt' a sonnet, it's a confession. The angels told me to tell you all that makes me happy and all I could think of was you. So dip me in that sweet drowning pool of passion that I long to die in. To keep this feeling, to make it last forever would be tht ultimate high. no blood, no potion could ever match it's flavour.The twisting vines of ivy that tangle us together are but the sweet songs of the faeries and water nymphs, servants of the gods themselves. So love, my dear, until death becomes known to mine or your eyes, or ours together for I should never want to live without you.