Angelina
Is it harder to breath
When you're certain you'll die?
Is it easier to smile
When your lips tremble as you cry?
Can you look her in the eyes
When you're awed by her mouth?
Can you feel your heart beat
Even if your problem's further south?
I've witnessed the angel
Poetic in her grace;
Followed the breathing of this demon
Dared myself to kiss her face.
But never have I traipsed,
Though no boundaries could force me,
For she is an immortal,
A picture in a magazine.