Gentle Beauty

Your blood, the purest I've tasted...
Not a drop should ever be wasted...
Stay with thee until your old and grey...
Or live with thee away from light of day...

600 years I've been dead inside...
600 years....I'm now alive...
600 more I'd truly give...
If with thee you'd choose to live...

Love in death in darkness with thee...
Though farest flower beside this weed...
Never aging or wilting with time...
Saving thy soul from terrors that bind...

I'd give you castles new and old...
Or cottages with little gold...
No matter to thee thy little flower...
All I have upon you I'd shower...

Or live out your mortal days...
From thee thy love I'd never stray..
To make a family I'd never deny...
Thy gentle beauty I will not die...

I'll be your shadow by the grave...
Thy hand stretched out, your soul to save...
I'll take you far beyond this hallow grave...
For your love is all I crave...