So few meet dark angels
And live to tell the myth.
But I have danced with one of them
And lived to feel his kiss.

His arms were that of iron
Draped in aromatic silk.
His eyes were midnight dark;
Contrasting skin of milk.

Many men can sail the sea
And grace o'er it's depths.
But only I may see this dark angel
To be up there with the best

They say that to see a dark angel
Is a sign of approaching death.
But this dark angel is my best friend
And the rush of heavens breath.

He has the smile of a thousand suns;
To brighten up the grey.
He's also prone to frustration
At any time of the day.

His words can be like music;
Ambrosia to your ears.
And yet, they can be bullets;
They bring me close to tears.

Whilst my love for him is not so large
Or deep as the sea,
He holds a place inside my heart
For this angel's dear to me.