You never see the loneliness upon an angel's face,
It's hidden behind the light of their ever present grace.
No tears from shining eyes will ever bless my brow,
Just a reassuring touch every then and now.
Such passions hidden in their luminescent frame,
Yet their composure makes them all look the same.
How can we tell that we have their love and care?
How can they ask us for our souls to bare?
In rain of emotions that we humans have come to show,
A gentle touch of wonder answers all you need to know.
So eternally alone are the winged ones,
None so like them under moon or sun.
Would that we could love them just a little more,
Send it on the winds to the clouds in which they soar.
You never see the loneliness upon an angel's face,
It's hidden behind the light of their ever present grace.
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