A crumpled piece of paper Rinoa found in Squall's wastepaper basket under
his desk:
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Title: Angel of My Heart.
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You're the angel,
Angel of my heart,
Singing together our song,
We shall never part.
You- *smudges*
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Title: Angel of My Heart
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You're the angel,
Angel of my heart,
A single kiss,
We shall never part.
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*smudges and the words end here*
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Rinoa smiles after reading Squall's shame as a poet. Straightening out the
paper with her palms, she starts to write.
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Title: Angel of My Heart
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Watching from afar,
I wonder to myself,
Who is this man,
That I love so much?
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Smart, handsome and kind,
I blush shyly,
Knowing that he's mine,
Only mine entirely.
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He is the lion,
My savior and soul-mate,
The meaning of our love,
Which they can never take.
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He is the reason,
We're never apart.
He is the angel,
The Angel of my heart.
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Rinoa puts down her pencil and smiles. She neatly folds the paper and
places it down on Squall's desk. Taking off her angel-wing engraved
necklace, she leaves it on top of the poem. She leaves his room, leaving
the poem and necklace awaiting Squall's return.
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(Whether this poem sucked or not I leave it up to your review. IN fact, try
and write a poem in your review too with the title, Angel of My Heart.)