I met an angel once. He was and still is the greatest sight I have ever seen. His perfectly sculpted face, a masterpiece worthy of more than  all of the world's finest arts combined. His voice, more lovely than a Bach composition. His eyes have kept me captured, for years they haunt me in the most beautiful way. His lips, not to ******, but to caress each word that may cross them. Had I not seen him in person, I would not believe such beauty exists in a human. A beauty that rivals the sunset, over the magnificent Grand Canyon; That rivals the seven wonders of the world. His selflessness fans the flames of my soul. His existence is proof of the very life force driving mine. My heart aches for one more glimpse, but aches to think of such perfection being marred by the pain of this universe.  What if she does not see the angel, what if she is not in awe of his existence? What if she does not feel his presence in her core, as I do? My heart aches that he may not get all that he deserves from this world. Not that I could help, I was merely a passerby who happend upon an angel one time.