My Angel, My Wife

Discarded, left in the abyss of solitude to decay, 
Left with only with hopelessness and eternal dismay. 
Fearing the worst with each passing day
Cringing, hiding my heart in a hole near where I lay. 

The sun beats on my body with no remorse to my health, 
Searing my soul, making my skin redden and welt. 
The welts remind me of the meaning of agony as they burst,
As I beg for anyone to my wounds quickly nurse. 

Doubt clouds my mind as plead for a savior, 
Or some water to drink for my pallet to savor.  
But days turn to weeks as my strength depletes, 
Leaving my escape from this world looking bleak. 

But then, when at my grimmest, an angel appeared. 
Retrieving my heart from the hole I had engineered. 
With her diamond eyes and flawless skin of silk,
She mended my wounds, and my hope, she rebuilt. 

She breathed life into my brittle, vacant bones with only one kiss,
Replenishing my strength she enchanted me; showing me bliss. 
Rising to my feet, she smiles, presenting my heart as it beats. 
Shaking my head I gratefully say, “It is now yours to keep.”

She smiles, extending her hand with her heart so divine; 
Say, “If I am to keep yours, then you will keep mine.”
Hand in hand we will forever walk and never retreat. 
For the love we have for each other; nothing can defeat.

Copyright © Joshua Torres | Year Posted 2015

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