... imagine the same old same old warnings.

Spike tries to write a sonnet about Dru


She leaves me jealous of the night.
She sees right through me, counts the stars  
counting down the long daylight hours
wicked like sin she'll lie and sing
till her face stains with red delight.
I told her that I loved her too.
Her wild wild eyes smiled at nothing:
blind fingertips creep down my spine,
her weaving arms, her chanting voice
her dancing body under mine--
chain me again, leave me no choice, 
you leave me empty, you leave me, Dru!
Wasn't I ever there for you?

Imprisoned down the long hours of light,
she sees through me to starry skies:
they're in her aspect and her eyes.
She leaves me jealous of the night.