Forgive me, a fool I am not to hold her to her words of loyalty,
Yet I expect her to hold fast to mine, that's a messed up morality.
It's not like I'm doubting her words because of its repetition and false meanings of past or meaningful but less action that last,
I assumingly find it hard to trust anyone fully that likely.

Yet to her I gave my trust willingly and humbly,
Occasions on such that she shows her loyalty.
She speaks of a firm foundation and pushes a steady mind,
Only God knows how many times I think of her with this lost soul of mine trapped in time.

Nicola, the name equaled to my first love and my third,
My mother of course and my girlfriend shares the same name.
I look at them and they have similar acumen and major things the same.

Mrs. Samuel, maybe, maybe not some day to be,
My wife or not probably as long as she stay with me.
I'm not praying she stays mine forever, but if she does would forever be mine?
I am trying to mold myself to be a better me than I was before,
The apropos way to ensure I'm worthy just for future time.

Still when I think of Angel I see "Her" smile,
When I sit and write tears for that "Her" flows from my eyes,
Because my soul misses "Her" but she is what I can't have,
It pushed Angel further away, but in great strength I alone can over come and understand.