Let me paint your portrait into my words;
Let me see how you fly with those other birds,
But be careful if you see a gun cocked at your wings
They do not want peasants amongst the kings
I will stay with you, that I swore,
But today, Aphrodite is at war
So, be careful if you see a gun cocked at your head
She and I would despise seeing you dead

I know there is no return policy with you,
Shall it be feelings that are in the queue
Or just simple trademarks of your life on Earth,
Until the day you leave, from your birth
I know you cannot reciprocate my love, wicked evermore,
I know, for I see Aphrodite fight in a war
And I will fight with her, that's the least I can do
For someone who made me care so dearly about you

Angel, be on your guard...