This angel that I see.
Standing before me.
Her elegance so divine dances in the wind again.
To the sound of mystic chimes.
The way is she moves is so intoxiciting.
But she so far away and keeps me waiting.
As she spins and twirls.
I feel inspired to find her desire.
To seduce me into the fire.
Her eye's shine so the moon can't compare.
Her hair is so dark and oh so fair.
Her body sways from side to side.
Just as a work of art that has come alive.
Her soft touch and fragile smile.
Uplifts my spirit when I am down.
Then she vanishes without a sound.
I only wish she stay for awhile.
When she is gone I feel in denial.
I scream for her to carry me away.
Yet, I remain with a solitaire stay.
I sit like a stone waiting on her return silently.
Still I burn inside antipating violently.
Oh where has she gone so far away.
The voices will vaunt telling lies.
In my thoughts they will haunt.
But true love never dies.
Only the meadows of verdant know about her.
They tell of her wearing ancient symbols.
The more I sit here the more I find.
I want her more than I care to mind.
But some day I know the two will be intertwined.