The Truth

I\'m falling for a demon,
who alters my thoughts,
and changes my mind.

Though we are individuals,
we are fatefully intwinded.

Her substance is pure,
She is shrouded in no mystery,
Yet I still no little,
Of her demonic history.

I know that her weapon is
Ultimately her charm,
And I promise never to cause harm.

-This poem is written by my friend to me and I hope you like it as much as I do.