She is your halo, angel
that plagues you with her light,
slashes your self-defeat
with her wooing purity.
She gives you great meaning
to go on. A perfect child-god,
untouchable like an abyss: blue eyes,
sun-toned hair, like you in her
reflection.
She is delicate, holy, in need
of your protection. Daughter that swells
your cup overflowing with messianic intent.
But little girl, human
with her own flaws, that
you will never acknowledge, never
relinquish your idolizing love…
…from the cold claim of isolation,
where your raving dragons howl
as you drink her smile
like a remedy…
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