How can I tell you, 
What I don't understand?
A mystery of thought and feeling,
Tangled in a plot of exceeding complication.
Your voice lulls me into fantasy,
A kaliedescope of desire and denial.
As I look at you,
I see beauty; such a simple word,
For a vision that blinds me,...binds me.
When we are close, I feel you
In every instant between heartbeats,
You fill the silent void.
The closets and corners 
Of this castle I call self,
Are naked in your sight.
A mere house of cards
Shaken by the queen
So that no secrets are left unborn.

What would you have me do?
Serve as thy pauper?
Watching your promenade with life pass me by?
Or knight me, let me champion thee?
No noble am I, but a servant.
Mild and unassuming.
Would you know me, see me,
If I turned my head and held my voice?
No, a beggar am I, or a brigand.
I come to steal you away.
And yet, I cannot take
What is not freely giv'n.
So with the wings God gave you,
To help you on your way,
Take a moment to look upon
This poor soul, Angel,
And know that it loves you.