You're still young, your hair shiny blond, and your eyes that deep blue, though you already feel like an old grey man. The best in your life, the sweeter is in behind you. You can't forget that snow white skin, those feverish eyes, that cold smile and those marble lips of a god that kissed your lips like they were the purest ambrosia.
You wish you could lay cold next to him, kiss his eyelashes, take his body and murmur that perfect true love can't flee away.
But your quest has to be fulfilled first, you swore on his body.