Call me not 'angel'.
Lest, daughter of man
With one embrace, mortally warm
Of whom, tempted, fell
I share in their cursed state as well.
Hearing Heaven's ban.
The homely 'dearest'
Does yet bestow wings.
To what, in your gaze still reflects
Life-saving beauty?
That's my soul, in love, and happy
Nathless, o'er you sings.
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