Love and Blood

I knew what I had done,
I had done what I was set out to do.
The kiss was as soft as him,
His lips were always so sweet to taste.
Love brought me to do this,
Deep, deep love had shown me the path.
After the slow, quiet kiss,
All that was left on his lips was a drip of blood.
I had taken the bread of his life,
But I knew it was just what I had to do.
Some say they don't know what love does,
I now know that it shows the door to a slow depression.
Loss is a only a four letter word,
But what it does is more than a million words.
♠ ♠ ♠
I wrote this poem for Thrildo(: I wouldn't of written it if it wasn't for him..And he insisted on me posting it so here it is! ^_^