God has found in me a wayward soul,
So plucked from Heaven an angel fell,
She shed her wings,
But grace never departed
Beauty too embedded to leave.
I sit in her presence,
She knows not how she tortures me,
Yet the quickest glance from her direction tempts me,
Can these moments of mind warp be laid to rest?
The human in me is overbearing,
She has no such tendencies.
Perfection is her name,
Shame to Aphrodite! Shame to Hera!
Not even goddesses compare,
When and angel fell from Heaven
God has sent my savior.
