Tears flood my eyes,
Drips down
Into the pool below.
Its coming...
A blue perfume storm
Through fire angel lips
Clouded by
A flood of tears.
To mistrust an angel.
What a beautiful creature,
Not tricking
Nor evil.
A kind, gentle being.
Soft and
Oh so loving
An angel who waits...
Waits, waiting
It never stopped
He sits there
Not moving
Just waiting
Waiting for her...
