I know a girl, whom I believe to be angelic.
She flew in one night from perhaps a heaven.
She set me free.
From a dungeon full of traps I could not flee.
Benevolent, wise and beautiful as could be.
This angel, pure as soy, I fell in love with.
But I a mere boy.
Tempted of sins, a number of seven.
My angel, my love from heaven above.
Bestowed upon me a gift of true, true love, with pain, anguish and all the above.
Her decision to leave me.
I'm sure even her angelic heart, which could only sing of joy.
Would sting with her decision to leave this dear boy.
Alas, her supple yet steady hands, leaving mine;
Set me free and made them a man's.

Eight months of love and pain.
A simple grain of time in life.
Life knows no time.
An endless being that is has and always will be.
Eight months of life enhanced.
From a stale like trance to a beautiful contemporary dance.
It's been two weeks now of anxious hope that I'll have another chance to take one more dance.
With you, the one who will always be.
Like time is, has and always will be.
My love.

Got some goals to help me stay up late.
Some plans, some big dreams and fantasy's to make real before its to late.
An inspiring verse to help create and make my story of fate.
A fate so strong you could swear its real in your mind at this hour of late.
One definition of fate is;
A life full of seemingly random events and experiences is in fact not random but predetermined and has a special meaning that's futile, that's definite, that's fate.
If that's the case then I can make my own fate.
For my time starts with each breath I take.
Now to end it to make it all real.Not fantasy, fiction or fake.
Here it goes, I take one breath.
Here goes my story of fate.