That is a symbol for you.
Pure and loving,
I must have you
because you are my life,
but as I grew to worship you,
you became a burning flame
in my desiring eyes.
And as my passions grew,
I began to stalk you.
Craving a kiss from you,
to be with you,
to even be noticed by you,
You that I am addicted to.
So when I finally caught you,
in the shadows under the moon,
you were my candle
burning in the night.
You were my fire
that provided me with light.
But I did not want to frighten you,
only to be smitten by you.
So before you screamed,
I vanished in a blink
leaving you,
a white rose,
dripping with red blood.