She's still an angel (by Toyraple).

It is a poem about man falling in lustful love with his next of kin.

She's still an angel

Us two with the chance for future,

bright as the sun,

separate form the mans torture,

days filled with fun,

but a dark cloud rolls upon me,

no longer see her as my kin,

now what see all around thy,

is the deadliest way in (to a cell),

But she's still an angel,

with that smile oh so pure,

I would only bring her danger,

I sin her up for sure,

maybe with her next sunrise,

she'll give me her cure,

because I am monster,

I am impure,