merky brown eyes, never do cry, while staring into the appending crystal's of your future,
head leaned left, while angles whisper nothing but the truth "i'll always be here"
every hair stands on end, this is not a wise choice
you will be a voicless mime, in the maze of subtle emotion

a matter of trust? and do you?

every mumbled word of that angel, prolong's the receptors in your brain, your thought's are merly undicided false oblivious acquisitions
your thoughts are over heard, and the devine messanger of love begins to feel melancholy

smothered screams of imbecile feed his pillow and your ignorant to the lachrymose man! man, no longer angel or, thats what we postulate!
on the day, in the distant future, do you believe? IS THAT MAN STILL your angel?
will he exhibit your emmotions, in a mirror effect, or will he let you fall asunder!
on the "big day", will you be the only one saying "i do"?

surely the angel wont leave you forlorn, desolate!!