An Angel Of Torment Poem by Daryl Agapito

For many a time I have told myself 'No', as often as I told myself to let her go.
Against her inviting smile, I looked away.
And again I stumbled on what words to say.

Undeniably bittersweet, but I find myself caring.
If gravity was lost, I would still find myself falling.

For if she was divine, she would be an angel of torment;
who visits while I'm dreaming, and tease with her scent.

And many a time I believed nothing would ever be the same,
because I have started loving her since the day she came.