You were out of reach – or so I thought.
You only existed in religious realms: a lovely winged being loved so much by God that He put you right next to Him to balance the power with beauty.
You were a heavenly body. Mesmerizing and out of reach, except through my dreams.
But now I can’t believe you’re beside me. I now can see the twinkle in your eyes up close. You don’t have wings but I thank you for retracting them for the mean time that you’re here with me.
I never thought that I would dream no more.
Or am I dead already?