Your favorite angel has spent all of his arrows-
Love no longer makes you thrill, it's dead and gone.
In your footsteps blind fate desperately follows,
Blotting out a memory of your cherished onliest one.
You're scared stiff about being loveless and needless,
Turning on the waterworks, you wish you sprouted wings.
A life without love seems boring and colorless;
To the familiar vibrant ache your broken heart clings.
In your weird dream you make the ascent of a height,
Facing a gorgeous angel whose thoughts you can read,
''There's a divine love that will make you feel delight.
Follow me, and in heaven you'll find what you badly need.''
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