It’s been years since I last saw you. Your eyes still communicate with the inner depths of my soul. My Guardian Angel, I wonder how you are.
The look of your full cheeks and big eyes. Your skin bathed in milk from the heavens. You stood by the corner of the street sending out flyers to by-standers. One by-stander on that day had not even visited the waters. This one by-stander however, was captivated by your charm. The conversation that lasted a few mere seconds is not whats remembered. But the image of your beauty, that is imprinted in my heart for all eternity. It is within that moment I realised the woman I would love to be with. It was in that moment I came to realise what it means for beauty to come within.
We never spoke again but I still remember you passing by. Our eyes locking into each other each time. Each time a second would be a thousand years. Your beauty would lead me to finding out who am I as a man. Your beauty led me to reading about male grooming and the importance of a good working out routine. You see, you were not just a girl who happened to be beautiful giving out flyers about a clothing sale, you were a girl who was sent from the heavens to show me what beauty is and the power it is over the male form.
It is the beauty that promotes one to write poetry. It is beauty that promotes one to cover puddles with my coat so you do not wet your feet. Your beauty reflected the beauty that is only seen in sunsets over oceans, beauty of a red rose standing tall through the cracks of the city streets. You my Guardian Angel because when life turns sore after been contaminated with the evils of love, your big eyes remind me that a sour and bitter man can never be honoured with true womanly beauty. Your eyes look into my soul and expose the darkness the lurk within. My Guardian Angel.
I do not know your name. I do not know where you are from. I do not even remember the sound of your voice. But your beauty is as clear as crystal in my mind. Your feminine energy circulates within my body. It is you who even to this day makes one look within himself to be better. It is you who restores hope when raptured away by another. It is you who when it feels there is no love in this world, that one should never stop believing that there actually is. After all, God would not call Himself love for nothing.
How I wish to see you again. How I wish to travel through the ages of time through a second's glimpse of your soul through your big eyes. My Guardian Angel, how I need you so.