Is she really the angel that you picture in your head?
Or is she just a shadow devouring lost souls instead?
Can you really see the true one you are so deeply in love?
Or is it an illusion and beneath her mask she hides a face of
Reluctant jewels stolen from the ones, who deluded her the most,
A golden necklace made from eyes gently sleeping like a ghost.
Eyes of fury, words of pain and thoughts of death and murder
Past of sorrow, present of doom, future... I cannot go any further.
But what if you saw her the way her mind is set
Every word she says rings a tune of a bass clarinet.
The shadows deteriorate at the sight at her holy grace
All those who see her are in love and for that she is embraced.
blessed cheeks and eyes of silver,
Hair of diamonds blue,
Thoughts as deep as the deepest oceans
Her mind filled with memories of you.
Her hair cascading like the tallest waterfall.
The epiphany is now clear.
What love could be broken by an angel so dear?
