The Face Of An Angel
I seek one; with the face of an angel;
a passionate love from the past;
she loved me; many decades ago;
her love; not meant to last.
She turned her back; on a love we had;
expecting things to be different;
I’m no longer angry; instead, I’m sad;
the past has become insignificant.
I’ve seen angels; coming and going;
I could see God in their eyes;
their divine energy; ebbing and flowing;
love often comes by surprise.
Love is never about physical beauty;
there is an endless supply;
to love, is our most sacred duty;
in death; love cannot die.
Still I long for someone to love;
one, who truly loves me;
I often pray to my Father, above;
such love wasn’t meant to be.
I no longer seek a beautiful face;
true beauty resides within;
no lover can take another’s place;
such love is really sin.
There’s only one face, I long to see;
for her, I’ll always grieve;
a long time ago; taken from me;
the face of my precious Eve.
Monty 6.9.26. # 3,360