I know a girl, whom I believe to be angelic.
She flew in one night from perhaps a heaven.
She set me free.
From a dungeon full of traps I could not flee.
Benevolent, wise and beautiful as could be.
This angel, pure as soy, I fell in love with.
But I a mere boy.
Tempted of sins, a number of seven.
My angel, my love from heaven above.
Bestowed upon me a gift of true, true love, with pain, anguish and all the above.
Her decision to leave me.
I'm sure even her angelic heart, which could only sing of joy.
Would sting with her decision to leave this dear boy.
Alas, her supple yet steady hands, leaving mine;
Set me free and made them a man's.