The heart of an angel,
He has touched in such
A manner-
He can't even return
To the place he began journey
So many years ago.
He sits in wonderment at her beauty,
And he knows her touch.
He knows the moment that they parted,
There was a promise to return,
No matter how long it would take.
He sees the woods were they stood,
And knows it's a place
Where the river flows.
How can it be that som time ago,
He knew her, and she him-
Does she feel it now?
He soul has guided him to a place,
Where there is only Heaven,
And that's when he is with her.
She has touched him in a way
That only she could have.
Until they are together,
He will wait in the woods,
Where the river flows.
Robert J Nye (2008)
