His Angel

The man was crippled
but only his mind was cracked
within his heart pain rippled
from the happiness he lacked.

His love was long lost
to him and his tears fell
with each memory thought
of her sweet scent he’d smell.

Oh her honey golden hair
and her eyes as soft as flowers
he only wishes she was here
to feel again his love’s power.

That she withheld over him
whenever she happened to be near
yet now his eyes grow dim
for she is now no longer there.

Her body laid upon the street
she never saw the car try to halt
all she could hear was the screech
of the wheels on the hot asphalt.

Now she’s living in the heavens
she glances down upon him
waiting for his entrance to her haven
sorrowfully watching his eyes grow dim.

WolfessRose
06/25/08