Angelface
First time I saw her, my heart skipped a beat
the most beautiful girl I could have hoped to meet
as if sculpted in marble, unblemished, divine
a true piece of art which I had to make mine
Next time I saw her, my pulse began to rise
she was an angel lying there right before my eyes
her features were perfect, smooth and clear
even as they contorted in pain and fear
Now I see her every day and there’s not a trace
of suffering to be seen when I look in her face
it’s still sublime, and I can’t help but stare
at myself in the mirror – and her face that I wear
