Though troubles may come her way, she will arise.
She meets the challenge of the day welcoming my
Continued onslaught of attentions, my angel.
Facing life with ails apparent, continuing on.
Trials yield to her strength and her spirit of fire.
She will defeat, never succumb, and again fly.
Though her wings are bruised and bent she will soon fly.
She stoops to heal her own wounds, but will yet arise.
Her spirit remains, tempest soul and heart of fire.
Events will seem to win the time, but not so for my
Angel on fire will summon the courage to keep on.
For she is my heart, she is my soul, my angel.
She has withstood the heat of the kiln, my angel.
Her spirit doth maintain and her soul will still fly.
She has but one objective and that is to be on
My mind at all times, so she may again arise.
The battle may seem lost with her down, but my
Angel, like the phoenix, will rise from the fire.
The Phoenix comes from ashes to rule with fire.
Mine arises from despair to be the angel.
She looks not at her loss nor the battle, but at my
condition. She lives to lift me up and let me fly.
She will minister and serve till I stir and arise.
Though efforts may falter she will persist on.
Her persistence is never off, but always on.
She is aware of her need to present the fire.
Though else may come and go she must always arise
Her calling goes beyond her identity, my angel
She will first heal me, bless me, make me to fly.
Then she will tend to her needs, after mine, my, my.
I love her for this and so much more than my
Pitiful words can express. She has put me on
The pedestal she belongs on and has made me fly.
This conundrum, this flower, this raging fire.
Never have I known love like this from my angel.
Now I have seen my apex, I can die yet arise.
With her I will fly as she lifts me and spreads my
Wings and lets me arise. For only now am I on
An unknown pier, on fire. This is my life, my angel.