His cold sight can make you numb.
He makes his kindness rest in a catacomb.
His claws are stronger than a tiger.
Hatred in his heart keeps burning brighter.

All he has ever learned was how to fight
To do the things he felt was right.
Feelings of affection have never touched his heart.
He was cruel,He was mean
But still was a piece of art.

He hid his deep scars behind his tranquil golden eyes
And then he met an angel
Who came far from the skies.
She looked at the devil, but still smiled.
Seeing her kindness, his head started running wild.
And without saying much,
She healed his wounds with a touch.

Like a revival,her touch felt.
Only for an angel he would melt.
We know what happened was Uncommon,
But her warmth won the heart of a demon.

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This poem is dedicated to Angie_Taisho