I am
From my namesake,
Angelique, whose name means
the messenger of God,
a flawless being with a pure heart,
whose wings are a heavenly white,
not a speck of sin in sight,
untainted,
perfection.
A soft, hypnotic voice,
a halo of golden light,
a gossamer dress,
a sort of grace blessed beyond any
world.
From my namesake,
the epiphyllum oxypetalum,
the Quynh flower,
whose petals are the purest of whites,
whose perfume is so intense and alluring it makes me dizzy,
whose beauty earned it the nickname Queen of the Night.
From my nickname,
Bambi,
an image of sweetness, innocence, and gawkiness,
of playfulness, cheerfulness, and awkwardness,
of love,
of care,
of bashfulness,
of clumsiness.
How I wish I was more of the first two and less of the third, less of
gawkiness,
awkwardness,
bashfulness,
clumsiness.
