Not Erotic

Bleeding the love dry
Taking every last once of blood
from a once plentiful source, leaving only residue behind
A love that use to rase the sun every morning
A passionate love is gone
Pushed away...
Passion quenched by the need for power
I dare not give up what little perceived power
I think I might posess
The passion has taken love away
The love has gone and left only reminders
Behind