Tilted path of angel wings,

and faery dust, of bells, and sparkles,

Flowers and such

I find myself standing all but still,

Breathless, awed, and somehow sad,

For you, the voice, the boy, the heart,

You never saw yourself as much

The goal in sight for you my friend,

Intrigue, and mystery, happiness

Is standing beside me,

At his will and at his touch

While talks at life another one,

The sparkle in his wounded eyes,

I sit, observe at sunset watch to mend the

Still but broken ties

A rose awaits at every door

The first amounts to plenty and

Every girl will blush and smile,

I see you wither at these lies

And standing close, as always,

An angel at his side,

I come to watch the sun's set here

But with you I'll stay until it's rise