Love, Angel who I held so dear.
My statue of imperfection,
I thought so pure and angelic.
Swept you away in the winds of seduction.
Forever, entirely to the arms of a secret lover.
In velvet candle light,
The seeds of life planted.
Kept in the safe of your innocent face.
Torn, angry demon I have become.
Your words echoing endlessly,
Through my shock shivering body.
Have riped apart my old self introducing insecurity...
"Ry I am pregnant!"