If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock.
I cannot say I love you more than life,
Because I'm not. My life's still coming first.
I cannot even say I'd be your wife
Or could I ever trade my life for yours.

Or lay my ego on your fiery shrine,
Or trust you so to let you pick my ways,
Or go with you to place where sun not shine,
Or every other very empty place.

You'll laugh at me, my love, for I can bring
Neither my heart for you, and nor my hand
Nor soul, had I posessed such a thing,
And even sword I can just lend, my friend.

To me, my love, love's not a sacrifice,
But what I can give up - my cowardice.

@темы: Poems, william the bloody