Lover Poem by Crimson Love

I have spent restless nights remembering a face I only knew once.
A fleeting desire of a slumber all to permanent,
sweeter than any woman ever graced by crimson fingertips.
I have known embrace, but nothing like that of forever.
A lover long since forgotten dwells still, with a vessel unworthy of such delicate delights.
I will yet again one day, know your embrace,
and fair your cold chill with raised skin, and heavy heart.

I have forever longed for your lips, a final kiss that lays to rest a soul that has lived far longer than most. A lover of equal standing in death and in love.