Monsieur L'Vampyre - WET DREAMS Why dost thee take the heart of me and leave alone that part of me that dreams of you and makes me do the things love makes me do for thee; why takest thee the best of me and leaveth all the rest of me to wonder why to feign; to die; in want of what will never be; why maketh you the death of me and taketh all the breath of me, to toss and turn to want and burn; and wake from dreams, contentedly. © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa