To the Angel I am yet to Meet

Words spiralled
   inside my cerebrum
as I drove into 
   a lyrical neurons.
Feelings flowed
   in rhythmic rhymes
as hopeful thoughts 
   flooded the pages.
Papers drenched 
   in melodic verse,
hopes brewed
   and mind feared.
Drowned into devotion
   as ink dripped 
from my pen,
   Spiralling the notes.
Chances forked
   Leading to two;
Acceptance and Rubuttal. 
   Beated, lub dub
as we greeted.
   Reserved she appeared
With cropped measured words.
   Angelic she looked
With perfecto gesture.
   Kindness she portrayed
With beautiful lines.
   Prayers answered
After years devotion.
   Will water the lawn
you walk,
   Fertile the  relation
You aspire,
   And brew the life 
We dreamt.
   I found my perfect fit
So, shall I pursue.

   All in all,

I feel so close yet, 

   So obscure you appear.

Yarning tons with patience,

   For we are yet to met.

~Pelden Olox Cheers‼

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