Sweet Love, where has thou gone?
Tomorrow is the anniversary of my Love leaving my life. Ah, sweet
Annabelle, I miss the sweet scent of your loins. My heart eclipses as I
recall such lucious lips and full busom. I remember the joy I felt as
we skipped through the graveyard at sundown. Why did you leave
me? Were my Powers of Darkness too great for you? Did I frighten
you? Know that those were the best two days of my Immortal Life and
please remember me with as much fondness as I of you.
