Friends To Lovers Poem by Kitione Moala

Her name is 'Angelika'
But she goes by Angel
Though she's a friend
But she's a friend that I can't bare
For I myself, am strong
But when near her I dropped all
Wall and barriers guiding me
And I began to swift into a different
Whole person like a shape shifters hunger for
Blood, but in my case it burn for love
In a way that is very strange to me
My first thought was a guess that she is a
Witch but I dare did nothing,
Thy the feeling was peaceful and clear and
For the first time I have fallen in love.
On the night of the ghost
She confessed her love
Towards me and I couldn't be more happy
So instead of words
I lift her up smiling and later
A kiss that revealed my side of story