Your The Angel, of whom I Will Tolerate the Demons.
The Demons follow me.
The Demons only a few months ago were beating me.
They were going to dig me an early grave.
I couldnt cope with them alone.
But now your here.
You've saved me.
Together the demons are being fought by us.
As the demons invade my sleep, you hold me tight.
As the demons make my fight to catch my breath,
You are there feeding me the air I crave so much.
As the demons invade my waking thoughts,
The thoughts of you overpower.
If the Demons visit.
I no longer care.
If the Demons try to dig my grave,
We shall fill it back with Earth.
I will tolerate A world of demons, for the sake of an Angel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem