"angel"

Her pigtails look like the devil,
so sexy, twirled by an angels hand.
As they pull from inside I tremble,
is it the right of passage banned?

Is she the devil's end my friend?
For she's the Queen of the night's universe,
fell in love while I was sleeping then,
a King just in Lucy rehearsed.

It is written in ink tattooed,
kept secret even from myself born bred,
I've fought it off like a cursed typhoon,
now, I chase it until I'm dead.

Dead, buried, born again everyday,
written so sweet, sweet she's so complete,
in my soul sowed true in every way,
whilst for her hand I do compete.