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I'm in a poem writing mood today:

The angel that I see right now
Seems like she's from a hell
If I could only talk somehow
Well, I would rather yell
Cause her beauty is so hypnotic
I wish you could see
One thought that seems chaotic:
"Why isn't she with me?"
"Her love would only mean my death"
A crazy thought I know
But until I've held my very last breath
My love for her I'd show

Cheesy, I know. So sue me.