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should even one come undone.
The angel did not wait for me to come to her,
She came to me and followed, she even called me "sir".
She looked me deep into the eyes,
She told me that she had no other ties.
She laid me down, on a soft patch of ground,
She soothed my soul with a light humming sound.
The faithfulness that glowed, bright in her eyes,
Securely let me know, she'd tell me no lies.

Around me she acted with a great civility.
And did all that I asked, with passivity.
She treated me well, as if I was a royal.
Never in my life, had I met one so loyal.
She then spoke to me, but first got permission,
She calmly said "Faithfulness is not my appellation."
She then stood up, and gave me a kiss.
She told me my love would always be missed.
She then moved toward the fifth, eye contact never undone.
Then all five were combined into one.

So my myriad on angels, was brought down to just one.
Silently I feared, that it'd soon come down to none.
The angel in front of me, was different from the rest.
She expressed a power of mind, and scholarly interest.
By her inquisitive nature, I was sincerely amazed.
Her unique sense of mind, left me agaze.
She showed to be an assiduous woman, genius at most,
Her intellectual mind, left her reason to boast.
She spoke to me with eloquent words,
How amazingly she spoke in rhyming verse.
Silently she sat, in her own separate reality,
Independent and reliable outlined her morality.
She read from a large book, so filled with knowledge.
So brilliant and bright, as if fresh out of college.
Soon she broke from her book's concentration,
She then said to me "Intelligence is not my appellation."
With those words spoke I went into fright.
Like the others, would she too vanish from sight?
Then out of nowhere, something strange took place
A glowing shine, started in her face.

In some bizarre fashion the angel started to crack,
And her shining, beaming, glow started to lack.
Then out from the angel, stepped out a lovely eve,
The girl took her breath, and slowly came to me.
The girl then came to me, and she began to speak
At the open of her voice, my knees started to grow weak.
"So," she said, "Have you found out who I am?"
"No," I replied, "I just don't understand."
"Typical" she said, "Allow me to show you."
I looked deep into her eyes, awaiting the show room.
"Look up above, and you'll see my name."
I looked into the sky, and "Love" was written in flame.
Puzzled and frantic, I asked her real quickly,
"You've made some illusion, you're trying to trick me!"
"Ah ha," she said, "That is exactly what

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