Meus Angelus Of Terra Poem by Peter Vector

Oh, look at you my angel.
How none other can match your beauty,
How the angels and archangels cry out for you;
I will protect you my love, it is my duty.

The powers and principalities swear on heaven’s clouds.
If only they could be with you, so fair.
Then true love they could truly see,
How much joy and laughter they could share.

The virtues and dominions are jealous for pure light.
There sins transpire because of you,
Justified by your beauty and honesty.
Your love cleanses them, almost as pure as you are too.

The thrones and cherubim cry out for a one such as you.
You’re matchless in all goodness and lacking nothing.
You complete me and all the holy want to be with you.
You my love are to me everything.

The four holiest seraphim, oh the seraphim! The pure seraphim whose pride never shows!
They can only envy you, my dear!
You are their fatal flaw, their impurity!
And you are the earth’s sin’s cure, please let me hold you near.

So on that day I saw the face,
Of my fallen Earth Angel laying down.
I thought to myself as I passed,
I love you, please direct me, and turn my life around.

So forever I will be without,
My angle of this tainted Earth.
And all the angels of Heaven or demons of Hell.
Will only know how much you’re truly worth.