He is my dark prince,
with wings of pure black
To explain how He makes me feel,
when His mood sends Him to track
Chilling are always His words,
while slowly making me yearn
His words light something deeper inside,
making things burn
He has become my reasons to write,
sing Him my songs
Always out of breath when He is near,
how my body longs
I write to please His mind,
His words scald
To say I am His does not explain,
I am enthralled
He is my dark prince,
with wings of pure black
At His feet is where I have
taken off my mask
Poem Courtesy And Property Of: Dark Princess
