To The Angel Sent From God

My first encounter with an angel,

From a moment spent in hell,

Came a time of light,

When I began to fight no more,

And it seemed that I was done for sure,

She dove in and grabbed my hand,

As I was sinking to the bottom.

The green fire had been far damaged,

But your love mended,

As if it was intended,

By the universe itself,

When the clouds were pushed away by your kindness,

The rain stopped,

And the tears flowed like rivers,

The growth of inspiration began anew,

Instead of pain, derivative from joy,

This young boy cried again.

A literal heaven spent,

Scenes of which were like a movie,

The silence of my mind as I admired yours,

Wide fields, majestic mountains, and children running amok,

Only served as scenery to the star of the show in the center of it all,

No longer was my rod bent,

As they up above witnessed our bond,

It seemed the love was sent from the great beyond,

From your embrace, my sickness was cured,

And no longer was my pain endured.

Alas, to my shame, I had sinned,

And your light had dimmed.

To my fault, I became the demon that possessed,

Accidentally pushed away what I had been blessed,

Tried to save you back,

However, I suppose it had turned jet black.

So I sit, reminiscing,

All times we were kissing,

What I truly find myself missing,

Was your compassion,

The honesty of emerald eyes, bursting brown from the beginning,

A beaming smile, a tenderness of which that changed all of mine,

The great passion of our intertwining waltz,

Burning a bright yellow, challenging that of the Sun,

As the oceans between our souls drift and tide,

And the fire we shared slowly fades,

The coals of my heart will never be quenched by any other log,

Forever slow-burning and ready to start anew,

It will always be yours,

My Goodness.