Here's a funny thing called love,
that bolsters me up and banishes me down.
For which involves an angel so beautiful,
that delves within so ethereal...
Pass a fleeting moment of happiness,
in reverie, your beauty and grace.
Even from a simplest connection,
blesses days with a brighter face.
Fleeting, I must emphasise,
for there's so much between that's not realised.
Sheer joy at the slightest news of you,
to know it's happy times you're through.
But within, oh angel, so ethereal,
the bridge is broken, albeit bounds to tell...
Emasculated, at mere sight,
his heart desires to reach, feel light.
But all that happens - the heart in gut,
he proceeds nowhere, just stuck in rut.
There's much of a barrier in between,
regardless how much soul he means.
Acquiesce he must, to keep things clear,
before oh ethereal angel, disappear.
Acknowledges upon all is just his doing,
his view, his feelings, in the brewing.
Shameless to SAY, unrestful qualms,
of what the angel beholds within.
In thought of the greatest beauty,
in his mind, oh angel put in place.
but the heart'd long, in an endless race.
For all these times, these thoughts surface.
He dunks em' away, away from face.
But within him, a longing so strong,
of what fate may bring, fate may bring.....
Merry Christmas everybody! <3
