Wings Of Love Poem by Rik Bertrand

I was sent to hell on a hellish mission,
It was for love, and it was a rash decision.
I will not explain the reasons or the rhyme,
That story is better left for another time.

My beauty was deceit in the devils eyes,
And after a while he saw through all my lies.
My soul was at risk, and my heart was on fire,
And I had to resist all Hades desires.

My escape with the passion of loves lost letters,
Was a hundred to one, with the Vegas top betters.
I knew that in hell it was going to be hot,
But I do not want to stay with this hellish lot.

I was touched by a messenger of god above,
And I sprouted beautiful white wings of love.
I raised my arms, and my white wings I spread,
And I departed the den of the devils dead.

White beautiful wings of love, I adore them.
I wonder if I kept them, would it would be a sin?
I did what I did so that love would be free
I think these wings will be my finder's fee.


REB (FEB 2012) because Bianca has wings