My lover's kiss was like a million stars,
Across the jaded purple velvet night,
And then the starlight falling from his eyes,
Reflected on this halo burning bright.
His angel, strong and beautiful, was I,
Who saved him from himself one fateful night,
And left behind with him my tender heart,
Along beside a tear at morning light.
Passed twenty years, my calling once again,
Return me to the depths from whence I came;
The needs there of a solitary friend,
Upon who's heart I once had staked my claim.
Oh, how can I but send to him my love?
His angel from the Heavens up above.
—Michele Cameron Drew
Copyright © 2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.