MY ANGEL Beauty is but skin deep, what is real is that which
does not change. The angel inside you that only a true love can
see. She is the perfection of beauty and the perfect lady whose
form never ages and whom is the true self. No physical form in this
world can be compared to her because she is a perfected creation
for one true love. She is to that man the queen of ages and the
princess of time who is the unending delight of his soul. My angel
is my glory, the splendour of my manhood, the woman of my desire
and the passion of my heart. The one who has been by my side
through bless and bliss in countless worlds. She is the twin of my
soul, a pair forged from the purest ether of the Universe. Her
presences in her true form is an endless utopia. When she speaks,
her voice is as water for my thirst and when she touches, it is as
healing ointment to my bones. Her eyes alone have the power to
reach into my souls hidden den of ageless gods among whom her image
stands tall. She is to me the fragrance of love, the abundant life,
the happy existence and peace that surpasses understanding. To
resist her is to drain your essence and detach yourself from her is
to descend into a bottomless abyss. You will not discover this
angel in the world of acquaintances and friends. She will appear
out of nowhere and you will know this angel because what is real
does not change and my soul knows it well.
