Ok, I made this a while back based slightly off a friend's poem. Here it is:
His Angel
By: lugialover
He lives because of her
He thrives on her trust
Yet he must tell her never
Though his love turns to lust
Now he knows why she makes him so
He knows why she completes him
Of course he now knows who
Makes him so very mim*
What makes him go on like this
Why does he suffer and still love
She still does not sense anything amiss To him, she is a beautiful dove
Yet she is still his angel
*Mim is a Scottish word meaning to be excessively shy
