Ode to an Angel

Never before have I beheld such a beauty, 

Nor will I 

For such perfection shall never again grace this 

Earth 

A being, so graceful in stature 

And countenance that it is impossible to believe that it comes not from the heavens, A symbol of all that is good and bright. She graces our presence with her light, Eyes twinkling, 

A sea of words tumble from her mouth, such as that of a waterfall From the enormity that is a mountain. Head cocked, she laughs, A sound more beautiful than the ringing of church 

Bells, a voice that is holier than all 

That is good and true. Despite this, 

An apotheosis of virtue, 

She graces us with her presence. 

I alone hear 

The bells and peals of her laughter, and hold it 

Close 

To my heart so that it shall sustain me through 

The darkest of winters. 

A rose, though beautiful, could never outshine her, 

For this being, 

This angel 

Is the brightest star in our wide universe 

I know not why I am gifted with her presence, 

But 

I hold it close to my heart, 

Knowing 

That her company shall forever bolster me. 

Hark, I should only hope

By Yuuji Kitahara via Pinterest