I know that I’m not perfect and I know I have my faults,
That run from morn to noon to night and dwell within my thoughts.
It’s evident no longer do you wish my heart to claim;
I wonder what did prompt you to remove yours all the same.
What influences twisted you, what horrid fears reside?
You thought me Henry Jekyll now think me Edward Hyde.
But now I must embrace my loss and live within this state
For how can love be left to grow in fallow fields of hate.
But Angel, know my love for you will live within my soul,
And only leave when last I breathe as time will take its toll.
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