"Pelliroja"

How is it that an angel like you fell into my life?

Then again, are you an angel or a devil?

Sometimes, I'd swear that your halo is sitting upon your horns

You must be an angel, for beauty like yours can only come from God

Even still, I can see the fire in you every time we meet

My body is licked by the flames that erupt from your hair

all ablaze,

and it burns me deeply. . .into my heart. . .

. . . and soul

Your fire is so hot, it makes me melt

When we are together, I lose my composition

I am like putty in your hands

I yield to your touch

Make me into something new. . .