A poem, but I didn't write it. A person that I really care about did.
Through the pale moon light, I saw a sight that made my heart skip twice. Her beauty was beyound compair, a shummer hung in the air. I pulled her into my arms so tight, as if to protect her from a gods smite. I look into her eyes as she looks into mine, her beauty is so fine. My black wings fold over her shoudlers, as a kiss formed that is most tender. We stay in eachother's arm's, she and I, till the moon fall's from the sky. "I shall return, for you and more." I whisper gently. My heart is full of regret. I disappear from sight, her in the wake of my embrace, waitting for this feeling to sate. Her heart is full to the brim, as she waits for him. She is in a state she does not know much of that is the state, of a fallen angels love.
Rosalie Ishtar Community Member 
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