Blessed Love

As they slept in the arms of spring, The angels prayed, forming a ring, Soothed their eyes by shadow of wings. In her veins, he spread like blood, She clung to him as roots to mud. The angels blessed and bliss dispersed. She opened her lids to butterflies, And angels that vanished but left him by, She stared at him as a bird to sky. He felt like a thumping in chest, She watches him while he deeply rests, Her mind wanders in toilsome quest: Who was he? Could she recognize? A song of heavens? An angel disguised? Or something like air on whom she survived..