Never knew how pointy

Feathered wings can be

They can slice open my soul,

Cut open my old wounds

While they try to protect me

From the rustic wind

And rushing waterfalls.

Never knew how bright

a halo can be,

blinding my visions,

making me shut my eyes down

As they drive the darkness away.

Never knew how much it hurts to fly,

When all I want is to fall,

Fall into the mist and be the wind

Fall like rain and flow into the oceans

Never knew before, never known before.

And now I know

For the first time in forever, he was stunned to silence. Not by her words, but by the tenderness in her hands, the worry in her eyes. He was an archangel. He'd been wounded far, far worse and shrugged it off. But then, there had been no woman with sun-kissed by the sunset and eyes of storm grey to tear into him for daring to get himself hurt."

― Nalini Singh