To my silent life of plain flat waves,
Along came an Angel with a song in her heart.
A song which took me to those heights of happiness,
The Angel played music, the music of my whole existence,
The music took me to those heights of Love, which made a feeling in me;
A feeling which cannot be expressed in words.
But the poor me took it for granted,
Walked away into the crowd.
Hoping that the Angel will stay there forever,
Playing music for me.
As never I thought, The Angel disappeared into the sky,
Leaving me the memories of her music for me,
Leaving me alone in the dark, leaving lonely in the crowd.
Still I wait for the Angel to come to me, sing the song of love,
Asking myself: “When does the Angel come to me?”
I wait all alone to get her flowers of Love, the flowers of joy.
“The Poem is dedicated to all the True Lovers of the world, and to all those people who could never express their love for dear ones.”
