How can I LOVE thee a creature of the night and darkness, a creature that kills and is damned to the hell of eternal life?

I‘m not sure even if you are capable of feeling anything.

You are everything I could ask for strength, beauty, and your mine.

All mine, yet I can’t seem to read you at all, you confuse me, and delight me at the same time. How can this be?

Is it wrong to love you?

If you do love me, what kind of love is it?

Is it rough, and strong?

Is it like a rose with thorns?

Or is it kind, gentle, and sweet?

Can you tell me? Because I can‘t tell myself.

All I do know is that I LOVE YOU, and I am scared at what that means.