The Angel and She

She, the girl, a misguided and warring soul,
wandering listlessly, looking for answers.
He, the Angel, a pained yet gentle soul
bearing silently, not knowing the answers.

The Angel and She:
Both--entangled in webs.
Both--with conflicting pasts.
Both--on the same winding path,
yet both on far different planes:

One of the earth and one of the sky.
She--bound to the mundane extraordinary;
The Angel--bound to the intricate simplicity.

She struggled for an outlet--slowly destroying herself.
The Angel intervened, his presence lighting her darkened path.
Three simple words of elegance flowed past his lips.
Those three syllables brought She to her knees--
and tears to her eyes.

"You have been here all along,
yet I have been blind to the truth," She intoned,
"You have been suffering mutely,
yet I have been blind to your woes.
You have loved me all along,
yet I have been blind to your love."

She gazed at the Angel with soulful eyes.
The Angel's lips curled into a gentle smile
as She spoke the three rich words.

The Angel and She:
Both--entangled in webs.
Both--with conflicting pasts.
Both--from two different worlds,
yet both very much in love.

The End

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