You came to me from heavan like the archangel of death,
So cold and calm and beautiful all too deep to be felt.

You pushed away so roughly and treated me stubborn and cruel,
But all the while I only fell deeper in love with you.

So days passed into months and still I kept my faith,
Knowing I was meant to be with you some day.

And now it's eleven months later and I'm standing here with you,
Hand in hand our hearts beat as one not two.

Who sent you here I wonder as I revel in your grace,
To me you are a god and I exalt your name in praise.
 
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