A girl more like that of an angel,
Not her of good looks and fortune,
She hath stolen from me
My very own heart;
Left me craving for her
E'ermore like the beast does the moon,
Something more beautiful than I
Have ever known:
This is just the start.
Be true my will for I want nothing
More than for this to be the start
Something long;
Long my will pushes
Forth into the eternal.
This angel be the gaurdian,
Fro' my dreams that I have
Longed for so.
This angel I shall doeth
My best to let her see,
That she is
My love and belongs
To me.
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