In your eyes, I'm an angel so kind,
Though burdened by agony and plight.
How can I not bring you delight,
Yet claim my role is not to bind?
What angel am I, if not to soothe,
Your weary heart, your troubled mind?
To bring you joy, to be your guide,
To stand beside you, in tempests aloof.
But wings cannot bear all your pain,
Yet love remains, a steadfast refrain,
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