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To Love An Angel

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Why are you just fantasy?
Why can’t I be with you?
If only I could tell you
How I truly feel.
Some call you Angel,
Some call you Seraphim.
People call you many things,
But you will always be Meta to me.
Under the stars we would sit and sigh,
Holding the other close;
And in the morning you would fly away.
I‘d watch you soar through the skies,
Waiting for the sun to set again,
As you’re my Meta-love.
I’d hear you as you returned
For another blissful evening;
White wings keeping chills away
As I would be sleeping.