upon her i wonder

an angel appears to me, this maiden
forever seems she was kept hidden
for only now i see her belatedly
as my breast, my heart sense agony

i curl whilst groping contemplation
my liken quickens hastier than my reactions
swallow fast this broth of heartrending
so i could clearly see path to an ending

halt, for I am not too sure
will a quiet parting resolve to a cure?
as these fissures of feelings worsen
the joy of her presence i dare not abandon

as bitter sweat skims on my cheek
yet...
her smile won’t allow the pores in my eyes to leak,
this maiden.