There’s an angel on my doorstep
She tempts my analysis
With love or fate or ...
Is it eternal denial that I envy
From her hair spins coils
Words to carry me forward
To the promise I gave myself
And the myth only I created
Her song captivates my energy
Whispers offered without debt
Sink barbs and extract their weight
An inherent payment of love
For even without contemplation
The same certainty results
In a fight that cannot be won
Nor lost for the best intentions
This angel is exempt
A judgment will not be dispensed
For her aim is not to steal away
But to offer and take in desires
To the one she sees past
The future extends forward
And the façade reveals
A girl shrouded by my dream
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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