I see you face... It beams, a smile so bright I squint at it's brilliance...
A skin like fresh almond, soft and gentle... Yet it permiates the air around me... A fragrance I don't know... Your eyes they have the depth I am unfamiliar with... A depth I wish to explore... You hide them from the harsh world... Afraid they might give away the secrets that make you an Angel...
In my head I turn you slowly. Take in the site before me... I see the scars laid bare before me... Think what awesome tales of previous battles has this Angel fought. I marvel at her standing before me... Robbed of all defenses... Could she ever tell me of how she engaged these fights... Did she win them with only these few visible wounds long healed... Only the faintest of visible scaring as inflicted by a very sharp weapon hell bent on reshaping this Angel... Or are the pale in comparison to the inner scars? These are questions I will jot down, so that one day I may ask her these...
I have tried on many occasion to engage her... Speak with her... Tell her my story... But alas, it's the tail of old .... You may and can only engage a creature of such beauty and stature if you call her name.... Ironically and with great sadness I cannot call her name... How do I? How hard is this? I cannot ask it... I do not know it... How do I find it?
My search has ended for her. Perhaps she will notice me staring and engage me... This is my only hope of communication with such an awesome creature...
All the while spinning her silent winged circuit.... Slowly she rises up above me... What splendour she has. Her beautifull wings displayed... I marvel, absorb every detail from this angle... I have to throw my head further back now to keep her in my sight... I stumble backwards, fall akwardly, roll... I try to find her as I roll.. Lost from my eyes... Frantically I flail like a woundec bird with wings damaged...
She is gone... I cannot call out... Cannot shout her name... I do not k ow her name.... To be continued
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