A Beautiful Angel!

A Beautiful Angel!

A Beautiful Angel crosses my path.
With tresses black, kissing her fair skin,
She eyes me over and over.
I wish not for her attention to end.
Though in my heart I know,
She is royalty!
And I a pauper.
Is she not fitting for all the riches in the world?
Yet these riches do not interest her.
Does she not put all beauties to shame?
Still her humility is boundless.
I would gladly serve her till my last breath,
And be by her side forever.
She has kept crossing my path since,
Igniting a love for her which abounds.
I do not wish to tell her of my turmoils,
For she should only know happiness.
My heart wants to hold her hand,
Till the pulsation in our hands screams,
Deafens us with the profession of our love,
And that is all we hear till infinity.
In a state of disappointment is she,
Her wings have become heavy with pain,
Receiving not the love she has merited.
How shall I explain to her, my beloved,
That I am hers till the end.
Rest assured O Beautiful Angel,
Soon the thirst of your heart shall be drenched.
Rest assured O Beautiful Angel,
I shall come to take you one day,
When I have built our chateau!

Come To Me!

Another mistake have I made,

Yet again have I faltered!
A rudderless ship I sail,
With a stormier sea than before!
A scent do I breathe,
That fragrance do I so well know.
Through the splashing of the waves,
The thunder and lightning,
The drumroll of the rain,
I hear a voice I have long known,
Its melody does invigorate me.
"Come to me," he said says!
I look around and see him,
Flying high above the dark clouds.
His wings larger, his light brighter!
He guides me through the storm,
Battling endlessly with the hail and the wind,
He beckons to me.
"Have I not taught you my son,
My God is bigger than all storms?
Do you not remember you are my son, a fighter?
These storms ate me not, and neither will they you!
Fear not for I am with you!
You are my child, my fruit.
My God will protect you, wherever you go.
My light will guide you, my voice will lead you!
Be not dismayed, for I am with you until,
You too receive that coveted crown,
And join me here in His Paradise!"
He flies away through the clouds,
Making them separate.
The warmth of the sun rests,
On my drenched body.
My Lord, my Liege,
I thank you!
I see the shore,
My home, for now my Paradise!