Timeless Relic Poem by Eli Medina

A bunch of whispered letters,

enough to spell your name,

I stare into your moon lit eyes in hopes that they'd dispell my pain forth-right,

for my hearts unseen to the unangelic so you must be my relic,

to see your face takes me to this perfect place,

where I could have my hearts content... but for now i can look up to the stars,

and see your face from afar for in that time I feel myself in your loving arms.