Senseless apologies whisper noiselessly,
The Angel smiles, hiding her disenchantment,
Frightening emotions, churning deeply,
Waiting, until that tranquil moment has slipped away.
The Angel resurrects lives,
Almost unknowingly,
She protects thy heart ,
Yet 'toys' with thy mind,
Must confusion be so turbulent?
Thought, in all it's Glory and wonder.
Should eternity stretch so far?
So distantly into the unknown?
The angel may shine blindingly,
So others shield their eyes,
Crying out for adulation,
Such beauty, unattainable.
An angel so pure of personality,
So good of will, of heart,
A being so perfectly mink,
An identity so wonderfully rapturous,
One can only desire,
To be as magnetizing.
Perplexity borders consumption,
So many wish to posses,
Such an icon of artistry,
Like Autumn leaves drifting,
Entrancingly toward the earth.
Like flowers drugging Nature,
With such a bewitching redolence.
An Angel influencing our young,
Introducing the art of Music,
Into their rustic lives,
Where once was shadows, hope now shines,
Where once there was no future, one can now be found,
All because of this Angel's nobility, her enlightenment.