My Demon She Is

Now she is grounded in her spiritual grace,

She started empowering self-love.

And through love, she spreads her own light,

That keeps all her days and nights bright.

My true feelings for her created memories,

I never knew they would deceive me.

It showed me only the roses, beautiful,

But not the thorns that cut my heart.

My mind swings between her attraction,

And also the dislikeness.

What once brought me joy,

And also the fear of the pain it caused.

God created her with an imperfect line,

Which ended up to be perfect curves.

Making her imperfectly a perfect one,

To match her vibes, there is none.

Don’t know what she sowed in my heart,

My attachments died, but love keeps growing.

A demon she is, and my heart can't let go,

Whether angel or demon, It's me who bears the pain.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.