You are my angel.

Your hair aglow withan auburn halo
Bathes my eyelids with radiance heavenly.
Ah, how could I be more fortunate 
And blessed?
What vision more beautiful?
None, impossible.

I open my door and 
Delight falls upon my threshold.

I miss you dearly from 
The moment you depart,
If only you are gone for but a day.
What abyss would I fall into if you leave me
For three days, or four, or more?

Fear not, my love is not a cage of any form,
Nor mental bonds
Of do this, or no,
Of whom you may see, 
Or please, or be you with.

It is only when I think of myself
And what I want for myself alone
That I become hopelessly lost
And beyond all redemption.

May my love be but a key to open,
And wings to take you upon air
To soar and reach your heart’s desire. 

Beautiful yet strong are the torrents of 
Love’s force
Pulled from the precipice
From high Angel Falls.
Rushing blindly,
Unstoppable from head to toe,
One easily lost in chaos and rush.

I have but one release 
When I am alone, without-
My efforts though temporary 
In prose to express
Or I would burst into uncountable fragments
Like water torn apart 
Into white foam and vapor.
 

Alas, my love is too great
To fit on were it a million pages.
I compose in vain, 
In respite for only a day, 
These, my meager attempts to name the Unnamable.

You ask me, from where do these words come?
How do I invent?
Nay, I do not.
I only notate the penultimate melody 
Of what I feel and see
Each time we meet.
 

Anon, when simple sweet soda we share,
I gaze upon 
Two straws together, joined in glass.
My bliss, is that I see, as same,
Our souls touching.