I crave his fingertips tracing me like a mosaic painting. His dark eyes yanking my soul closer. I want to be his Aphrodite. I want him to sacrifice himself for my love. I want him to be breathless without me, I want to be his reason for life. I am his Muse. His inspiration. I am his Fates and only I can wield the knife choosing his destiny. I want to hold his soul in my Hands. I want only thoughts of me to Echo in his mind.  His love stronger then Hercules. I want to be his Achilles Heel. My kiss as electric as Zeus lighting. I want to be his everything. I want him to suffer as I have. I want to plague his soul as Febris has plagued mine. A sickening fever rising in me. He changes, switching faces. Loving me in the spring allowing my garden to bloom as beautiful as Ophradites. Only to go back to his original form, leaving me in a decaying winter. I am left shivering, begging for spring to return. I watch his eyes, the fire dying. His heart Slowly turning into stone. I fall to my knees. My soul crying for help as the cold stone replaces the hot blood in my veins. I am  corroding. I stare into his Medusa eyes one last time. Praying for even the slightest spark.