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She wears a collar as well as her wings,

this beautiful angel who obeys me so.

Hair glowing blonde as the night stars aura,

sparkling in the darkness of her thoughts.



I may be able to control her deepest emotions,

though  she captivates the recesses of my soul.

Such loveliness has never befell these eyes,

causing such yearning to grow deep inside.



If she only knew the grasp she has on my heart,

her lock would fall and she would be set free.

Though I would crumble, fade and succumb

for I could not survive the loss of my love.