I stood there dumbfounded
When first I saw your face.
You seemed to be surrounded
By some angelic grace.
Since then I've learned
A lot about angels and men.
Lovers love, then are spurned,
And ultimately long for "then".
Angels cannot disappoint,
But me find it all too easy to turn
Another another way... My joints
Ache from the way I yearn
After that girl with an angel's face.
Somehow, I know that her memory can't be erased.
--C.R.E.
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