To My Angel

My heaven's dearest angel!

Do you pray on earth,
With a scrupulus sense of sin?
Has heaven made your feathers,
With the softness of snow that melts?
When your shadow catch my gasps,
Wow! a comfort of magical cures!

My heaven's dearest angel!

Do you cry any tears when you rest,
With a kerchief of fear that you hide?
For your smile sets a tone,
Of a day of plenty frolic and fun.
When you cry without me in your tent,
Will a wingless angel cast you down?

My heaven's dearest angel!

Do you read the book of Bible,
Which is made for all of angels?
When you live your life on earth,
We read the book written for earth.
You sob when anything hurts, but-
In it's own karmic cause, can you see?

My heaven's dearest angel!

I am fallen to your love with your light,
Alas! you hold a veil of sorrow!
For you found all the evil we borrow!
From a merchant who sells only lies!

My heaven's dearest angel!

Now you appear in your white gown,
With an earthly face in my beloved,
And in my sweat add a of smell of earth,
To her angelic attire in pristine beauty.