• As I lay here,
    Angel in my arms,
    Her head upon my shoulder.
    The sound of her breath,
    The feeling of its warmth against my chest.
    I long to remain here,
    Here in this place of peace,
    Yet as I lay here,
    The thoughts never cease.
    The restless mind wanders,
    To a place of sorrow.
    An Angel is she not?
    How than can one as I,
    Keep content an Angel?
    She opens her eyes,
    Staring into mine.
    Blue pools cast deep into my soul.
    The slightest smile creeps across her face.
    Her look so innocent,
    The tilt of her head,
    So harmless.
    how then can one as I,
    Remain in heaven?
    How than can one as I...