As I sit on my bed watching as a drop of blood drips as if an IV, though the opposite. The vertical slash was screaming. “Help me, help me please let me live” I stare at the vital fluid and whisper: “Once my last drop of you oozes, hope spills and scatters, never to be seen again” I  watch as my life exudes droplet by droplet when suddenly a shield, a bandage, a forgiveness fell over you. It was overwhelming love. Not for yourself, but for her. Oh what you could say about her. She was exquisite. Too pure and beautiful to be human. Her smile could hold a solar system, her eyes had seen so many magnificent things, but her eyes fell on you, and her kisses, her kisses were so soft and gentle, as if worried to break you, but also filled with passion and warm. She’s a treasure, an angel, a picture of perfection. But most of all, she was yours. You were hers.