While I write about the Dark Rose's and Dark feats, that man has made

You sit in your room, with your light brown hair, and streaks: auburn shade

But this feeling that gathers your oh so perfect soul to mine

Cannot be man made, its way to divine

So, Sleep now and tomorrow will come faster,

And our love will bloom like a dark red rose, cut from a bleeding vine.

Unconditionally, the liquid flows down

And gathers in a puddle without a sound

My love for you is as unconditional

For your beauty

Your smile

And your wondrous eyes

Is all I have to gather me

When this world dies

With that, I will say I love you

I'll give you one last goodbye

Till were resting together in our dreams

And with a sigh

Our love can never die