The Archangel

You are like a hurricane

I am on alert

I should have control of all my senses

when you're around

to survive

Though there's still so high a chance

I'll get destroyed in your wake

Note: So, this is a poem I made for my crush. It's completely one-sided and he's a bad boy so all's good that he's not interested. The title is like that because his second name is Raphael.