Innocent Beauty

fairest angel pray take your leave,
and let the demons be, that within me live.
for your unattainable hand is worse than their torment,
a sunny countenance in the drenching torrent.

your innocent beauty cause an ache,
much more than a mortal can take
and so much worse than the sores that my soul rake.
for I learnt to live with my pain and languish,
and fleeting hope will but bring more torment and anguish.

Then take away that which reminds of you,
and find one worth your treasure's due.
paling in contrast to your lovely hue,
why you with me, i have no clue.

for what you have can not be possessed
but with great love shared, wanted and granted.
not to be gained by arms or decree,
but rather gifted to whom fit you see.

How you inspire my ink and pen,
yet words don't do you justice, now or then.
guide my hands as I paint my Mona Lisa
trying to immortalize your pure essence.

longing to see the fiery eyes,
now dormant and docile till I say goodbye.
spread your wings and take to the skies
what do youe see as the world goes by?

As for me don't trouble your breast,
for moments with you were the best
and my days with you were lived than the rest.
and if by Chance it was a test,
you will fly back to my heart's void nest.