I went to a manufacturing firm at Ends and Heaven, where all things beautiful are made, and I witnessed that God does still create angels - this all happened as I looked into her eyes

I looked into her eyes and to my surprise, she saw a warrior in me who was kind enough to give a heart

I have been inspected, feelings are overflowing, I am infected
Sitting in the garden by a tree,
idling around writing idylls as an idiot in love spitting riddles

She is a puzzle, I put together the pieces and she fits a flawed perfection,
I have been guided by the Spirits of Light hence this selection

Is she the one or another, that's the question
I am a victim of repetitive infatuation, have I been loving or just fumbling into dramatic situations?

There is a silver lining in the clouds,
what story does it write? for I have scars and marks
so ****** I can use them as ink to spill these pages with poetry
I leave my DNA in the web of floetry, does she fly (the chosen), will she flow with me?

Stung and hung, the air of love fills my lungs
Am I falling or disappearing?
Looking into her eyes, do I wink like a fool or just keep staring?

Oh love a lump so lush leaves me longing for a luscious lively touch of love and things as such...
An eternal brush, the breath of the Angel of Love.