where is thou angel from?
my eyes tell me heaven
though i have not known God to play
such tricks among men

a test perhaps?
a test would be all too cruel
a test of these emotions is surely the devil's work,
though if it is God i am sure this test I cannot pass
for my emotions for her hold more control over me than God has over the world.

what choices are given?
to betray God or my feelings?
such a choice should not be made.
such torture should not be endured
could not.

she stands before me terribly beautiful
her light shines to places that do not exist,
her radiance achieving unimaginable feats
only known to ones such as her

i dare not touch her for fear of damnation,
though to not touch her would deny me the greatest honor among men

i am still,
more still than time itself
either by indecision or the angel,
i cannot move.

nothing moves.