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If I had the words

I would spill my deepest secrets

Into your waiting ears.

Some would call you Angel,

Others call you Seraphim

But I would rather call you mine.

If I close my eyes

I can almost feel your wings

Sheltering me from every storm;

Their softness pressing against my skin.

But all I want and need

Is to be forever loved by you.

If I knew I would have to say goodbye,

If I could have altered your fate,

I would have told you long ago.