Among all the angels that populate this world
There is a bit different one, brilliant in the moonlight,
Brilliant in the sunlight
And as kind-hearted as our daily bread:
My angel.
He always walks, he never soars,
He lets me touch him,
He isn't secluded or sorrowful.
He feels enticed with my
Serene and lenient
Nature.
Sometimes he tells me he would like
To bite my lips,
And I laugh, how could an angel do
A thing like that?
Sometimes he shadows me when I go to the library,
He sits down on the stairs and waits for me patiently.
I read about America
And he tunes his violin and plays it.
Other times he writes
A few words
On my shoulder:
"Keep this place just for me,
Don't allow other angels to dwell it."
But I'm sure he says that in jest. Who could supplant
A birth-bestowal angel?
One day I wanted to get him on my shoulder,
Angels
Repose there from time immemorial...
But my angel is dissimilar.
Until you still love me, he says,
Until your white flesh lures me,
It is fated that I would remain an earthling
Diamond angel.
As soon as you gaze with your heart at somewhere else,
As soon as I forget your blessed white flesh,
I will ascend the throne of your shoulder,
Light, as translucent as an air veil.
At that time I'll become
A guardian
Angel.