In a dark mind enclosed by his own morbid thoughts lied a man I feel in love with , not because he could rule with an iron fist and terrify whoever he chose , but a man with a sensitive soul wanting to be loved and to love. His own ways of affection were light, gentle pats on my back, a stroke of my cheek, and helding of my hands as we layed down as couples do. I asked him once why he didnt grasp me when we were alone, caress me more in our private meets and he said his world is full of death and macabre that he didnt want to taint the only light of his life. So I held him more. I caressed him as we were one, I would whisper sweet nothings into his ears and reassure him that springs ends soon, and that I would return to my true home. My dark knight, he shines so bright in my eyes, no one could ever love him the way I do. No one.