The Unruly Angel

My unruly angel shed her wings.
Wavering with sadness her heart sings.
She laid before me hopes of return,
The immolating truth left a damning burn.

In her eyes, I always thought I saw eternity.
In her soul, an honest love for me.
In her mind, an utmost regard.
This vision of mine was marred.

I was unfit for her with a tinge of betrayal,
Her luminous eyes gone from my portrayal.
My humanity was a shackle and a bane,
She left with no information I could ascertain.

Shredded on her journey her wings fell into disarray,
With this pain her new other met her dismay.
I too disregarded our once glorious time,
Yet her remnants would always wistfully chime.

At my last moment before losing myself to thought,
She beckoned for me and fought.
If it had been but one more sunset,
I would have been forever shamed with regret.

Through that fire we were met with renewal,
She returned yet had to be cruel.
I too had to tear a new found heart,
Perhaps that sacrifice blessed our restart.

She may still feel the pain from her torn wings.
We must mend them no matter what it brings.
From my poison and her weakened glee,
Through this healing we take flight and be free.

In that time we were taught;
Our love, our misery, our work, in vain naught.
Through her I again find skies of love;
Through them we soar with wings,
Or even the lack thereof.