|She radiates her ethereal glow upon her unscathed face.|
Like sugar, she is sweet to the taste.
Please her and she becomes caramel, gracious and light.
Anger her and she becomes black caramel, bitter and dark.
Her eyes light the world with her wake.
She is the sun to my moon, star crossed, but within my reach.
Her voice is more than an angel, like bells in the winter night.
A celestial-like being she is, with scars of the past.
Where am I to find such a girl, divine, evangelical,
And yet imperfect to love?
|Hear me, call me, find my voice.|
An angel has blessed me with her radiance.
Wings of an ivory color,
Face of a celestial being,
Light of the fiery sun in the heavens.
She is all, absolute.
A smile from her is all I want
And with this ring, I make her mine.
|The half moon is like us humans,|
Complete, and yet at the same time not.
One must find their other half
And embrace them wholeheartedly.
Only then will they realize that this feeling,
This journey they have taken,
Was for love.
| Yin and yang. Front and back. Two sides of a coin.|
This is how we humans are. Greedy, but reasonable.
We cannot have just one side of the love we are given
And one side cannot live without the other.
| Behind a facade, you hide your being,|
But I know too well to unmask you.
Your voice is only a soft whisper in your words,
But your soul lingers from within.
Your mysterious eyes hint at a devious doing,
But I already see through the lies.
You cannot hide from me, my kitten,
One mistake was all it took to rid of your gilded mask.