I stared into the eyes of an angel today

Eyes bluer than the sea, taking me, embracing me,

Refusing to let me go-

Until I break unwillingly their entrancing, placid grasp.

My heart is stung and skips a beat

Like to the poisonous kiss of the asp.

Her skin as white as down

Lips supple and tender, light crimson tinge

Making my knees weak and my toes cringe.

Faux red hair cupping her soft, pallid face;

Yet so much life is in them,

To say contrary would be a fall from grace.

And of her gorgeous, silken tresses,

Soft as a satin gown

I spoke of to her:

“Your hair looks much better loose and flowing down.”

And within the next few seconds, everything was right

As her smile framed the moment for all of time

A time of seconds: seven

And then my heart did rise

For I stared into the blue eyes of an angel today

I had died and gone to heaven.