Her spirit is like none I've ever adored.
She radiates a magnificence.
So much resembling a performance by God;
In the climax of a storm.
I wait impatiently just to see her face.
The smile of that beautiful face.
Every line a note of a song not yet written;
But thought of in a harmony that lingers in my memory.
Leaving myself in a daydream holding her in a lasting embrace.
Do I dare present myself?
Me, an unworthy servant of society.
Holding a dream that I must let known to my heart's desire.
The fire consumes my emotions with feelings that overwhelm.
Or place my needs aside with so many left upon a shelf.
Who am I to hold such a dream of a woman who walks with Angels?