Blood, Blegh! ugh! gross!
At first I thought it all sounded great...

While it's true that I love the works of Poe
and melancholy is often a companion of mine...

Is there something you hold sacred, my dear?
An emotion perhaps, or some kind of fear, my dear...

Are not all of us like spiders,
weaving our webs delicately round us...

1) is your heart, that steadfastly loves God
2) is the love for others you so freely share...

1) I like your hair, soft and nice to play with
2) I like your ears, adorable as those of elves...

The rhythm of keys swinging in your hand
the rhythm of your steps down the hallway floor...

Just something I wrote now... because I don't know...
Walking Dead...

Quintessence
'Purest or most typical instance. Pure, Highly...