The quiescent chance of knowing you, a miracle,The dream to be friends a hope to come true,
Not because of anything superficial
But the fresh air of breathing You.
God bless, I could love You.
Out of a cloudy day, You have broken through
And sent streams of brilliant light into stained glass eyes,
Like incense filled Cathedrals, on Sunday morn, near Christmas.
In the sanctuary of my heart, You have shed rainbows,
Everywhere, even in shadows.
Please excuse my bold advance frontal,
But I believe You are an Angel...
And I cannot ignore the potential,
The deepness of Your soul.
If You knew how consuming it is to find someone,
That if by virtue or luck or the providence of the Divine,
To find love awaiting from the very beginning,
Then perhaps You would never have shown.
