If I was a demon,
And if she was a book,

She is indeed the most precious book
that I ever set my hands and laid my eyes on.

She is the most beautiful book
that I read, loved, love and I will always love
but will never have.

Such is the curse bounded to me,
forever bounded to the depths of leviathan.

She has taught me, a demon, two things
Nearly impossible things for a demon to learn...
How to smile and how to cry.

Below is my philosophy and such is my curse...
the definition of love and beautiful.

Things are beautiful because you can never have them

like the beautiful purple rose in a midst of blue and red roses
but can never reach the purple rose because the others will *****
        you to death

And if you must love, love with all your heart
but never expect anything in return

For you might be the only one who will love her that much,
but if your love goes not returned
it will hurt
so expect none
so it won't hurt more than this...

(I suggest read this slow and feel it HAHAHA)
Again,
she has taught me, a demon, two things
How to smile and how to cry...