In the dusk of my sorrow, I stand silent and still,
As shadows creep, whispering secrets to the night,
A heart once aflame, now cold, shattered to fragments,
In the hollow silence, echoes of despair resound.

Her eyes, windows to a heaven I could never reach,
Mirrored a faith that bound her with chains unseen,
A woman of God, swathed in robes of divine duty,
Unreachable, untouchable, as I stand yearning, forlorn.

The stars above weep their silent luminescence,
Falling like shards of glass, piercing the velvet dark,
Each one a testament to dreams left unspoken,
To a love that withers, starved of sunlight’s tender grace.

I watch as the world dims, colors leaching to grey,
The vibrant hues of passion fading, a distant memory,
Her voice, once a melody that stirred my soul’s depths,
Now a lament, a hymn of separation and divine fidelity.

The light within me flickers, a candle in a storm,
Battered by winds of regret, of longing unfulfilled,
Her smile, a distant beacon, a sun eclipsed by duty,
Leaves me in twilight, adrift on seas of melancholy.

In the garden of my heart, flowers wilt and die,
Petals fall like silent tears, each one a wish ungranted,
The scent of jasmine, once intoxicating, now a ghost,
Haunting the corridors of my mind with what might have been.

Her touch, a memory etched in pain’s cruel script,
A caress that burns with the fire of impossible dreams,
I am a marionette, strings cut by fate’s cruel scissors,
Dangling in the void, dancing to a dirge of lost love.

Her faith, a wall impenetrable, a fortress of conviction,
Separates us, a chasm bridged by longing’s fragile span,
I am left here, on the edge of desolation, watching her light fade,
As the darkness consumes me, my heart, a broken relic of devotion.

In the mist that veils a mountain's peak,
Where snow-kissed heights in silence speak,
Our beauty, like the fog's embrace,
Yet in our hearts, a chill we trace.

I once perceived myself a perilous land,
Yet you, with love, like an artist's hand,
Paint beauty on this treacherous terrain,
Where danger dwells, you find no disdain.

In the somber air, where shadows weep,
Frozen tears upon emotions steep,
You grasp my hand with gentle force,
A warmth in cold, a comforting course.

We tread on paths where frost may bite,
Yet, entwined, our souls take flight,
For in the risk of love, we find,
A refuge sweet, our hearts combined.

Beneath the endless, velvet shroud,
A soul enthralled in shadows' spell,
She yearned for night, her heart uncowed,
In starry tales, her love did dwell.

Each eve, she'd gaze with longing eyes,
To where the cosmos, vast and high,
Would twinkle in their dark disguise,
Her heart's beloved, the night sky.

With brushes dipped in midnight's ink,
She painted swirls of cosmic rhyme,
Stars and moonlight, stars that wink,
And whispered secrets lost in time.

Her canvas filled with dreams and night,
She danced with shadows, kissed the air,
In each brushstroke, she took flight,
Closer to her love, the sky so rare.

Each constellation told a tale,
Of love that spanned both time and space,
In every stroke, she'd set her sail,
To reach her night sky's warm embrace.

She wore the universe as her cloak,
Stars and moonlight in her eyes,
With every stroke, her love bespoke,
A love that soared in moonlit skies.

In the deep of night, she found her muse,
Her passion burning, her heart a flame,
Her paintings, dreams, and midnight hues,
Her true love's essence, her soul's sweet name.

For in the canvas of the dark,
She'd found a love that would not die,
Her heart entwined with every spark,
In love with the night sky, her endless sigh.

In shadows deep, where hope had fled,
A soul, with demons burdened, led,
She sought to end her pain each night,
But death's embrace remained out of sight.

Her heart was heavy, dreams were frail,
As desperation's cruel, relentless gale,
She wondered why she couldn't part,
From life's oppressive, heavy heart.

Yet, fate had plans, mysterious ways,
In darkness' depths, where sorrow sways,
A precious life within her grew,
A son, her love, her strength renewed.

He arrived, a fragile gift of grace,
A tiny soul, a radiant face,
With every breath, a reason found,
To keep her feet upon the ground.

For in her arms, this fragile child,
With eyes so bright, so undefiled,
She saw a purpose, pure and true,
To guide him, love him, and see him through.

He faced a challenge, a battle, severe,
A disease that brought both pain and fear,
But in her arms, he found his home,
A sanctuary where he'd freely roam.

She realized her purpose, clear and bright,
To be his mother, his guiding light,
To help him grow in strength and grace,
No matter the challenges they'd face.

In the depths of darkness, a love so pure,
A bond unbreakable, they'd endure,
For in her son, she found her way,
A mother's love, to light their day.

In chambers dim, where quills once danced,
A poet, lost in shadows' trance,
He weaved his soul in verses bold,
As ink on paper, his story told.

Inkwells drained of darkest thoughts,
His poetry the battles he'd fought,
But with each word, he lost his way,
In the labyrinth of his own dismay.

A once vivid soul, now numb and cold,
He'd bartered dreams for a heart of gold,
And in the silence of his verse,
He searched for something to disperse.

A muse to mend his shattered art,
A love to heal his poet's heart,
He floated through life's endless stream,
Lost in a haunting, broken dream.

The quill, now heavy, untouched by hand,
His verses drifted like shifting sand,
He longed for one to break his fall,
To understand his silent call.

In whispers of night, and shades of gray,
He yearned to find his saving grace,
To mend the heart that's gone astray,
In someone's eyes, he'd find his place.

For once, he'd soared on wings of rhyme,
Now, he sought love in endless time,
In Gothic verse, he longed to see,
A love to set his spirit free.

So he roamed the earth, a restless bard,
In search of solace, love's reward,
Hoping to find a kindred soul,
To fill the void that made him whole.

In chambers dim, where anguish brims,
A tortured heart, by cruelty bound,
She suffered in the shadows' hymns,
Her spirit bruised, love's promise drowned.

A maiden frail, in woe's dark tale,
Her eyes held the ghosts of sorrow,
A heart, once brave, now worn and frail,
By love that waned and darkened tomorrow.

Beneath her silken, ghostly shroud,
The scars of love's relentless blight,
She lingered there, a phantom, bowed,
In the endless depths of night.

But through the mist of her despair,
A figure came with raven's wing,
His whispered oaths, a solemn prayer,
In haunting verses, he did sing.

With fingers cold, but touch so warm,
He traced her tears, once buried deep,
He brought her from the heart's cruel storm,
And taught her how to wake from sleep.

No more would torment reign supreme,
For she had found a love so eerie,
In his embrace, she'd find the dream,
Of life beyond the graveyard dreary.

In chambers black, where spirits caw,
A love story born in midnight's grace,
Two souls entwined, a devil's maw,
Together, they'd find a haunting place.

For love, once lost in a tragic lore,
Had risen from the grave of sorrow,
Hand in hand, they'd both explore,
A love that would transcend tomorrow.

Upon my back, so gently laid,
Touched with a fragile care displayed,
Kisses tender, fearing I might break,
But such intimacy, I find it dull, forsake.

Primal desires ignite my yearning flame,
A hunger for presence, a primal claim,
Eyes pleading, longing to capture my gaze,
Their sole intent, my pleasure to amaze.

For I, not frail, bear Viking lineage bold,
With blood of witches, whose stories are told,
From suffering souls, my being has been shaped,
Born from ashes, resilient and undraped.

My heart won't quicken for mere flowers' bloom,
Nor diamonds shed tears, their sparkle's gloom,
Love me as prey, hunted by famished might,
A predator starved, craving me through the night.

No longer can I bear the gentle touch,
Of a man mild, whose caress is too much,
Iron taste upon my tongue, a primal bite,
Suppressing screams with lips pressed tight.

No muscle-bound man, lifting me with ease,
I'm not a feather, weightless on the breeze,
My figure's curves carry a storied past,
I seek a man of substance, not simple and vast.

The suitor I choose must bear weight and power,
A primal force, igniting passion's devour,
I am no fragile frame, slender and slight,
and therefor need a partner befitting my tempestuous plight.