My guardian angel, once careless and free,
flew into the clouds and lost touch with me.
His tears were cold and wet, falling on my face.
His smile had left us without a trace.
His angelic lips quivered, frozen and scared,
I felt rain clouds visiting, and had to prepare.
I knew that angels, usually content,
were very special presents that God had sent.
To see one so sad,
so afraid,
so alone,
had made me weep while the cold winds had blown.
His wings lost feathers,
comforting and soft,
falling from the stars,
floating aloft.
His pain was felt throughout the land,
to feel true misery is impossible to stand.
I prayed so that when his hurting stops,
He will come to understand.
My thoughts, my dreams aren't meant to hurt him,
I love another and simply did not fathom...
That my guardian angel
Could have ever fallen in love with me.
