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Insufficient Love

God's Angel looked down from heaven
All by herself night and day,
She carried souls that were born
And blessed by Death who lay.

God's Devil looked up from hell
All by himself night and day,
He carried souls to be punished
For lives led in the wrong way.

Once, God called upon the Devil
To decide the fate of a soul
Though the soul's early life was wrong
Later, righteousness became his goal.

God considered every action of his
“Hell it is”, was God's conclusion
But as Devil lifted the pleading soul
Angel entered to declare her objection.

Devil's eyes met those of Angel's
Captivated by her, he stood mesmerized
As she put to words, her sweet thoughts,
"Isn’t Heaven for its kindness recognized?"

God gave Angel's suggestion a thought
And realized that she was right
The thankful soul fell on Angel's feet
Even Devil's dark thoughts saw light.

Angel and Devil took leave from God
But not so soon from each other
Devil kneeled down in front of the damsel
"I am enthralled by your splendor."

"Those eyes of yours below that brow
And that cheek that can charm anybody
The smile that can win any heart
Just leaves me to say- I love thee."

Angel bent down to kiss him
And said- "Between me and you
A million differences might exist
Yet dear Devil, I love thee too.

But alas, love is not sufficient
For the union of two hearts
When nature plants them in bodies
With destinies that are poles apart.”
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