A Beauty to Make the Angels Cry

As I sleep through all the misery,
the uncertainty and the dread,
I pray that you will love me before everything is dead.

I hope so fervently that you will notice me.
Before I am lost forever, locked in death's embrace,
I wish I could be with you and put a smile on your face.

When I look into your bright, soft eyes,
My heart is filled with a wonder,
which nothing could tear asunder.

Your kindeness is the most important thing, which would make the angels cry,
that brings me to my knees, and makes my spirits fly.
Then it seems my spirit fades, when I don't know what to do,
when I can't make you love me, when I so dearly love you.