I'd write you in a million words,
But that still won't be enough.
When I think I'm out of ways to describe you,
Somehow your existence reminds me of the power of your presence.
The kind that leaves me in awe,
Just like those who beheld the sight of Angels back then.
My dear, even if I were to call you perfect,
It would still be an understatement.
Not because I'm trying to idolize your presence to superficial glory,
But for undisputed facts even among opposing sides.
No one can disagree to a fact agreed to by heaven, hell and the inhabitants of earth,
And that my Angel, is the fact that you're worth more than the diamonds underneath.
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