Come to me. Since the night you left, the shadows have grown long in my every moment. I wander through endless dusk, aching for you. Come to me. Loving you is as forbidden as the dark gift we share; you are the fire in my veins, the spark that never dies. Come to me. Though we never touched in flesh, my soul is bound to yours, and every silent month I yearn for you. Come to me. I miss you, I want you, I need you—come back to these shadows, where our love first began. I live in this exile, always reaching, always lost—until you return. Éternellement à toi dans l’obscurité, L’Amante Perdue