Angels
Above the clouds, past space and time, into a realm of light—
it is there that angels weep, while I duel with the night.
Their silver eyes watch my disguise, and mourn for my mistake.
If my heart is true, they say, why do I let hers break?
I grimace at the bitter taste, but it is also sweet—
her poor dissatisfaction lends wings to my retreat.
O angels! Surely from your perch, you really ought to know,
why I cannot run to her, and set her heart aglow.
For though I love her more than words, than life, than liberty,
remember well her nature, and then you, too, will see:
I am a man, a mortal. I have my faults and fears.
Yet she is like a goddess, could claim you as her peers!
Weep for me if you must, weep for her if you can.
You angels bring such misery when you fall in love with man.
4 May 2016
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