Angels

Touched by angels,
I call out in desire,
the name of my tormentor.
Oh why cant I touch,
my greatest light of all.
Hold me upto her,
the angel, my goddess,
of my desire.
Bring to me all of her,
warmth and why,
cant she be mine?
Of all the roads I walk,
she appears so far,
out of my sight,
and for what.
A glimpse I catch,
a glorious symbol of,
all beauties enraged.
May I possess her soul,
will she ever be mine to hold,
only fate can know this.
I pray to all that our paths,
may cross to join.
To walk that road,
hand in hand,
with that angel,
mine, oh mine.



Poetry by Razel Davies
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Written on 2006-03-15 at 22:19

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