All these temptations you make me feel,
All these emotions beating me in,
Feelings and thought fighting to reveal,
Happy to oblige themselves to you.

I fight to supress them
To keep them from sight,
To deny what takes place,
Within this heart of mine.

Each moment you are near,
Each motion stirring,
As though it was a first,
That I hadn't felt before.

I know it's true,
What I see before me,
You're as real as they come,
As I feel you're an angel..

Sent from above..


Penned by my hand on the 16th of Ultio, in the year 493 AD.