O fairest Michele, a white rose torn
Ere I had breath, thy soul was mourned
a fragile star in heavens keep
blonde angel lured
into a cold blooded sea

hearts turned dark and secrets would creep
In silent nights
where the angels weep

Upon the twelfth of cruel May
The moon wept tears that veiled the day
He lured the blonde angel, I was fallen
a baby girls wings were clipped
pain became my calling

My father’s heart did break and die...
As the bottle drowned his anguished cry.
If magics hand could stop time
I'd save her
shed still be alive
and so would i

Upon the twelfth of cruel May,
The moon wept tears that veiled the day
He lured the angel, I was fallen
a baby girls wings were clipped
pain became my calling

Michele, I still wear your diamond ring
inside of me, it’s everything.
stolen from my hand, just like you,
Murdered love, an angel true

Blonde Angel in the spring dark, forever mine
a love that bleeds outside of time
The gun has gone off in my heart a thousand times,
cold fire burning through these fragile poetry lines
I was a baby, the pain came too soon
Michele's shadow following me like a dark perfumed room
the gun.. the love that’s gone
I carry it with me, all life long

This poem is for Michele Vitagliano.  It is also for Shanda Sharer.  Two Beautiful angels lost in the burn of a lying loves flame