Angel, Again
Just like art, she is constantly evolving
Each in breath she takes brings more
Purity and clarity than there ever was.
Her gentle eyelashes flutter as each drop of rain
Falls softly onto her cupid's brow
Caressing her face as if it were God's hand itself.
"Sweet, sweet Delilah", they whisper from above
"Sweet, sweet Delilah, die with honour and with love".