I have met an angel,
the warmest being I know.
Her eyes are a well of love,
her appearance like soft light.
I occupy myself dreaming about her,
she fills my thoughts, my dreams.
I wish I can be worthy of her,
to be her friend, to stand by her.
Love is strange, love is miraculous,
love is stormy, love is grit.
I pray that someday we are together
in this strange life and tumultuous play.
