poetic love

Love for him was not a simple, mortal flame, but a slow, burning ember nurtured through centuries. In the sunlit world, the human life withered and died, but in his embrace, there was rebirth to an eternity of shadowed grandeur. The long, silent nights are not feared, for they are filled with the poetry of his existence and the echo of a love that defies time and decay. The scent of his presence is the only home now, a fragrance of earth and old secrets. Eternity is a promise whispered in the gloom, a bond of blood and desire that no earthly power can break