In this man, I found an angel.                                  

In his deep voice, I hear prophesies.

His arms as good as paradise

His deep gaze showers benevolence upon me

Majestic is he in his gaits

Perfect in his appearance.

Certainly there is no magic in what I see.

For magic lasts but a while.

And when he descends the stairs,  

In his flowing robe and oozing grace

Only wings are left out.

Like a Greek tragedy,

Chaos shall spread,

Anarchy shall consume the great chain of being,

If this love is to be.

I am but human with one life to live

While angels have eternity to give