I came across an angel fair
my heart was caught in love's embrace
to feel the love from soul so pure
and gaze upon her perfect face
Yet though she smiled with love adored
inside her fragile heart there burned
the scars of love she'd gave before
repaid with pain and loss returned
“Stay thee hence”, she cried out loud,
“Do not give thine heart to me,
For thou deserve a love profound
Not ashes of my memories”.
“What's done is done”, I gently spoke,
“turn back the clock no man can do.
My greatest fear, my only hope
Is that my heart be kept with you.”
“For though this fragile, fluttering love
deemed insufficient in your sight
now so delicate, with time to prove
will grow into a flame so bright.”
“Fear not for me, nor for my heart
For though it may be torn in twain
this love beats still within its parts
bears any price, dares any pain.”
“Alive and real, so strong and pure
is how I hope this love to be
that sends our spirits up to soar
not lives alone in memory.”
My hand reached out, her cheek did brush
and wiped away a single tear
the magic of that gentle touch
broke the spell of dark despair.
