How can it be
That one in the crowd
Looking so common to most
Is an angel
A princess
A babe
The one
To one
To be loved
And cherished
And wanted
And died over each day
Awash in a heart
With light from above
And within
So pure
Making your angered face demure
Your blemishes adorn
And all that you do
But a spell to secure
My passion
For ever
For sure
Carl Atteniese
