Do Angels Believe In Love?

by ReunitedLight

They all told me I was an angel. Sometimes, at night, I wonder to myself if they believe in love. A dark poem, but not without the taste of light.

Angels are beautiful spirits

of the light and the night.

Their wings

carry them beyond the world

seen with the naked eye.

Their beauty

far exceeds the reputation

of anyone in this universe.

Part of me wonders

if they had time

for a lover.

I certainly did.

They all told me

I was like an angel

beautiful, kind, and forgiving.

I suppose I am.

Angels live forever.

I will not.

But I believe in the light

and can forgive the dark.

I suppose I'm an angel

in many ways.

My lover is a lot like me.

I believe in the good.

My lover is a hero,

my lover is selfless.

Together, our love is star-crossed.

And yet, because of him,

I am the doomed bride.

I am the doomed angel.

Can angels haunt their loved ones?

Because I will haunt his tormented mind.

Forever.

Even if he becomes an angel like me.