|The Angel At The Window
By LiberationOfThePensive on 04/27/2008
I longed to live a life once,
Of which Darkness cannot pierce,
And where keenest observation had saved me through the years,
By watching signs for heartbreak,
Hesitant I was,
To place my heart in strangers’ hands,
As quick to break it does.
Many moons had passed on,
Times of love and glee had gone,
Back to loveless days I came,
Wearied and torn by the wrong.
Love passed hands around me,
But never through my core,
Like watching through a window,
And from the fun you must abhor.
Yet God had other plans in store,
Surprises you cannot surpass,
He decided to take a broken heart,
And piece it with my crumpling half.
To you belonged that broken heart,
To me belonged that piece,
And in between’s a glue so strong,
Preventing our bond to never cease.
No words could ever tell us,
No pictures could ever show,
What a beautiful angel,
From Heaven he instructed to go.
With glow of golden aura,
Forcing the dark to wane,
You found me,
And you took me from,
That clouded windowpane,
Where ages I could have sat on,
But glad that I will not,
The happiness you brought unto me,
Cannot be measured nor ever sought,
For the extent you lightened me,
Oh beloved angel,
I love you,
And at the clouded windowpane,
Now me you’ll never find.
© By LiberationOfThePensive On 4/27/2008 1:49:56 PM