To an Angel

Shall I compare thee to the morning sky?
The only glimpse of Heaven that one cannot deny.
Shall I compare thee to the first flying dove?
Raining down peace and true, true love.

To thine charm, no matter what I do compare,
Thou still remains the one.
In the chest of eternal treasures.
Thou art God’s share.

Would it be good enough if I was to say?
That thou art the sun,
Who brings light into all darkness.
Who lifts every flower, every leaf with pride.
No matter how low they may be stooped in shame.
Would it be good enough if I was to say?
That no matter how pretty the dress is.
There is no better bride.
For every heart in every soul
Pounds with only your name.

There are people laden with God’s gifts
That sleep behind every door.
There are many, many paradises created.
The creamy mountains, the silky shore.
Only after seeing all these
One realizes that card tricks and vanishing spells are not all.
Magic is so much more.
Honestly, it would only be fitting if I was to say,
That thou art the miracle that God has never created before.

To this blessing I ask,
A hopefully not very troublesome task.
That Oh! Beautiful Angel,
Would thee hold my hand?
And walk by my side.
May I be thy hero?