Angel's Poem
By:  Matt Ferraro

Four days separated us at birth.
As if we were meant to be here by the stars.
Searching in a maze we call our Mother Earth,
For something to break these steel bars...
That restrain us.

April 22nd the sun gave birth,
To a beautiful ray of sunshine,
Set here upon this small Earth.
The ray's heart so deeply kind...
That it saves us.

Since our births our path's have crossed,
Till one day after about ten years,
I was found after being lost.
Soon enough though came those familiar tears...
That hurt us.

Why do you hurt yet I still need you? Why?
How could this come from such a beautiful Angel?
A pain that could make a strong man die,
But a love that she did not need to sell...
For it was a bargain at it's high price.

I write these words, these poems,
Words that hold like that of a flower,
A beautiful rose with a long thorny stem.
Knowing her heart's great power...
That controls my thoughts.

Away you beautiful Angel went to school,
With your leaving you take my strong loyalty.
Awaiting your return is your fellow bull.
Standing strong like an old oak tree...
So strong and tall.

I try to pull away from the pain,
Waiting strong with longing.
I turn and look as it is hooked to be by a chain,
A chain that keeps me calling...
And always returning to you.

My only consolation is tomorrow,
When a new day is born,
And away will go all the sorrow.
Where my heart will no longer be torn...
Pulled apart by sadness.

Looking sadly at your picture I try not to cry.
I know this pain will change,
This I know deep in my heart is not a lie.
I believe you also know it too Ange...
And I to soon feel your caress.

I think back to happiness, of your beauty.
Then sitting with you under the purple stars,
A quicker realization of your beauty, cutie.
Maybe we may have seen that red planet, Mars...
So mysterious as love.

I remember the Dave Matthews Concert,
I remember that electric feeling of your touch,
Remembering you on my shoulders kinda hurt.:)
Then remembering how I miss it so much...
Not wanting any of this change.

Recalling that little thing I found; my treasure.
Knowing what I feel; my love.
Knowing what I want; to give you pleasure.
But knowing you are like that free dove...
Able to roam where you please.

I pull back and let you fly,
Or at least I'll let you try.