He is my guardian angel
And I, his little devil.
He is my night in shining armor
And I, his soft voiced siren.
He is my cupid
And I, his poisoned apple.
He is my superhero
And I, his crazed villain.
But through all of these examples, he was raised in the light.
And I was raised in the dark.
But with no ease, his inner heart is too strong.
Singing me as he attempts to rip me from the grips of the shadows.
My flesh burning for I have never touched the light....