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| Your beauty dumbfounded me. I couldn't believe that God had created such a flawless being to inhabit this earth. You came to speak to me, and my heart raced. You touched me, and I jumped. You laughed, and I though heaven sang in my ears. Then you kissed me, and I though I would explode. |
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| We met many times. Those peaceful afternoons, doing nothing, saying nothing, but just enjoying being with each other. There were more kisses, too, and each time I though I would burn you with my touch. You felt the same, too, I know. But it was not enough for you. You wanted more, more, always more. You pulled me, led me, drawing me to where I did not want to go. I wanted to keep you, but I knew that if I followed you there, neither you nor I would be worth the cost. So I pulled my hand away, and we fell apart. |
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| I grieved, of course: you tore a huge chunk from my heart. But my humanity remained, as did yours, for a time. You found someone else, someone who would go down that road. But he abandoned you, dirty and naked, and you cried out for days past, but I could not help you. Another came, and took you further down that sordid path. He cut you, tore you, and left you wounded. Again, you called out to me, but my own pain was too great for me to absorb yours. |
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| Then I found another angel. She did not stun me with a blaze of beauty; instead, she crept into my heart, like a thief, and stole it, replacing it with her own. She made my heart swell, and I was thankful to God that I could help such an angel become even more perfect. She, too, drew me to be more like God, and in so doing I became more like myself. I knew I had found the one God meant for me. |
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| And now you've come back to me, pleading times past, and saying you've changed. Don't you see? You can't be what I want you to be, nor can I go where you want me to go. I was never like that - how much less so now! You have walked your path, and I mine, and while we may speak, we will never meet again. I hope, and pray, that you will change; dear God, how I pray! But your blindness and mine are too alike: we would surely fall into the same pit. I pray that you will become the angel I saw you to be; but it must be through another - it can never be me. |
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