To My Angel

To my angel...

I dream always, a magnificent dream...
One of a love, which only a lover can see...
Inside my mind, is an angel so pure...
That can only form a radiance, worthy of you...
This vision is filled with a song of passion...
Being of your voice in a hum of exaggerated affection...
Thy angels footsteps, upon a sunset covered beach,
a love's path unfolds...
For this angel leading me, is for which my love holds...
A great power came over me, in which they angel bestowed...
This moment I would keep forever, as it was the moment I met you...
A tribute is then made in this vision, to thy angel I adore...
To move mountains, and carve of them a monument of your beauty,
I would do so...
Having to do any endeavour for your passion, I am not worthy of...
For this dream does not contain agony, only love...
An infinite number of orchestrated melodies, can not contain,
the amount of love or beauty you possess...
My dream of thy angel warms my heart, with a heart soaked caress...
This dream, a prophecy of a foretold destiny...
Perhaps will show a love from thy angel, which will spurn from me...
As I dream oon, I see thy angel is blessed with the purity of a dove...
Which heaven sees eminent, for one such as I to love...
These reoccuring visions, continue to go on...
Prolonging thy angels beauty, and the superiority of loves weet song.
As the vision of foregoing glory leaves my mind...
They angels name is pronounced to my ears, for my love to find...
The sound of grace as a voicem your name is foretold...
The name of Monica is for which love tells toll...
And as I wake I remind myself of the voices moral...
That to my angel, Monica, I will always love you...