If an angel fell from heaven
And entered moral grasp
Would she in her beauty
Be to holy for me to clasp

Or if a goddess came to see
The world she thus blessed
Would I be able to look on her
without being depressed

But still I look and wait
And still I try to see
If she understand who I am
Or knows what she means to me

But my heart grows stronger
As it’s forced to wait alone
Perhaps the future will come
Before it turns to stone

Time comes slow, and still I wait
But I shall stay strong
For even if eternally I wait
For her that’s not too long.

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Filed under: Poetry - @ October 25, 2009 5:18 am