An angel of which is not to be seen by me,
But rather only heard.
A love none would comprehend.
A yellow coronation most would give,
But a rose I give,
Unique in its own power
Only the talented would think of,
And the passionate create,
The angel who saved Death,
Not only from the dispiriting job,
None would perceive,
But also from a life filled with pine trees and decaying leaves