Do you know the feeling of losing a god given gift?
I don’t think so.
How often is something,  or someone heaven sent?
Never.

Excluding a fine June day,
My love was born.
An angel was heard crying,
And a mother showed care.
Ten and five years later,
She had looked into my eyes.
I looked back into hers,
Oh how the sky is lovely.
How I could see the horizon,
Far across a clear blue ocean.

And it wasn’t until she closed her eyes,
That a trickle of that ocean caught me by surprise.
Because it ran, and ran down her silver cheeks,
I never knew such gems could leak.

All that she had done for me,
All that she had given,
Had fell off her chin and onto the floor.
And her eyes lost that perfect complexion..

Her soft, ruddy, luscious lips,
Had paled to a gray.
She lowered her head,
And turned away.

So I watched as the glow of her honey tinted hair,
Faded to a storm cloud black.

I should never have hurt her,
Because now we are through.
I knew loving an angel,
Was too good to be true.


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When life hands you an angel,  grab a hold of its wings and NEVER let go.