Being who I am I don't feel for others this way.
    Unlike the lust I feel for you.
    Not the lust or longing I feel for that elixer of life, that red burning liquid in peoples viens.
    But something else, more of a passion, a burning desire to see you, to touch you, to feel your warm breath upon my skin, to see those eyes, oh those eyes, even thinking of a person with your passionate beauty drive me to want you, no to need you.
    When your around that red elixer I need becomes nothing more than an indulgment.
    You make everything else nothing, every thing else mean nothing.
    With you here everything is finished, nothig more needs to be done to make me complete.
    But if you were to leave... I'd shatter.