In my dreams, I met an angel
Who loved me for who I was.
The genuine feelings in her eyes
Weakens my heart, my cautious soul.

She was in love with me
And I was starting to fall.
The patience she has for us
Is something I've never known before.

A walk down the street, hand in hand;
Sweet laughter, blushing cheeks
Of a person in love
And a person learning to be loved.

To know you are loved
Is a feeling too overwhelming.
But we often outlook the source,
Failing to give back to the deserving.

For we are humans, embedded in flaws,
We tend to take things for granted.
And by the time we come to realise,
It gets too late, only voids remain.

She was bereft of such humane flaws,
The reason why her existence graced my dreams alone.
But it's enough for my aching soul,
For I know when I close my eyes,
She will be there, next to me.

° May '19 °