A fragment of heaven I have grasped and yet there is still more to come.
The wings upon your back are as beautiful as the rising sun.
Gray from your past, but not black as untouched coal.
Cruel dust has rested upon them.
In time, the alluring sea will cleanse their delicate feathers.
Be not ashamed, for ashes of hell have rested upon my wings before the existence of your name.
Dust not easily shaken, but time will remove their stay.
The radiance from your soul
shines softly as the Moon…
Beautiful, but quietly, all at once.
Blind is the vision which you posses for
one can see the angelic nature of you.
Demons battle for such grace..
Angels cherish your name..
Sculpted from the mountains of Eden,
polished by the hands of celestial beings, admired by Satan himself, and
Envied by mortal sin…
You are a gift to be wanted..
A prayer to be said..
The flame within the fire..
You make demons weep with such radiant grace.
The look within your eyes would begin wars and with one word from your lips, Could end them..
You are the beauty I seek, and have found.
You are the love I want, and have gained.
You are the prayer I have prayed, and has been answered…
You are the angel to my demon..