experimental writing...: My angel: I live for every second I might hold you in my arms and for every moment I may keep you from harm Precious>Gorgeous>Perfect. That's how I would define 'you' You may not believe me / You may think it's not true But now that you're with me, all the gaps have been filled Beauty has become a meaning and it's meaning growns still Calming my heart, that's been aching so long Easing the pain of all that went wrong A being so elegant, so graceful You, my dear, are my beloved angel