Sired | The Scarlet Lover

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The first time I loved you, your eyes were as brown as your hair,
And you loved me more than air.
The next time, your hair was as golden as midday sun,
And from my love, you did run.
The time after that, your hair was red as fire,
And I was nothing more than fleeting desire.

After a while, I realize that the color of your hair never meant anything,
Nor did the color of your skin.
For I loved you whether you were young or old,
A queen in a castle or a peasant in the cold.
I loved you whether you were a man or a woman, a human or a beast.
I loved you even when you did not exist.

After all this time, I keep your memories with me;
An invite to madness, even you would agree.
But how could I forget the first times and the shared secrets,
Or the almosts and the never-could-have-beens, that my soul so often revisits.
How could I forget the inevitable goodbyes after promises of forever?
I could never.

As if our souls play an involuntary game of hide-and-seek.
Sometimes you find me, and I forget how to speak.
Other times, I find you in this world so bleak.
Sometimes you are my strength. Others, it is you that makes me weak.

(Inspired by Tongari's 25 Lives) 

This book may contain mature themes.
Reader's discretion advised.

**currently being edited**