A mischievous angel sneaked to my bed at night.
He peeked at me for a while,
And then stayed beside my right.
Slightly, I opened my sleepy eyes,
Not knowing he was so shy
Hiding in somewhere with no size.
Again and again, I read the spell out,
Though, he would not kiss me,
For his awe spoke more than my summons loud.
As I was in knowledge, he made his appearance,
Waving some enchantment
And held me in his secret romance.
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