Mysterious Angel Guide This Hope

What is this to know? Or shall I know at all?

For in this one lies so much I have yet to see.

My soul is burning with a passion I can not and shall not be able to describe.

In such beauty that I can see, but clear not yet is a soul that lies within.

For shall it be, hard to know, yet can only be an angel.

Beauty of this could not exist without such an angelic presence inside.

For am I to know? But know I shall, for I seek to, and thus will be what I will see in time.

I suppose such things can only be real, but naught are they until realized in truth.

I listen to my soul, shall it guide me always, for it knows more than I shall.

Such to be an Angel, hath thou come to me at last? Certainly this possibility shall not be ignored.

For foolish that would only be for if thine soul has such a spark ignited within.

With it this sense of something more it seeks to know, and find in time it shall.

Angel be for that would truly set me free, but hopes set too high can only break one's spirit.

I rest here to know what shall be revealed in time, yet I hope.

But not too high, for the fall would only do me harm, if I was to fall at all.

Tis it is and will be, for mysteries I shall explore, for concealed they are, but shall not be forever.

Told that is and true it shall not fade from my mind in the least for that too would be a grave mistake.

One can not ignore what seems to be more than just what it was, so shall I say to know.

For that is all I can and will stand to be for if there is something there then I shall see it surely.

Angelic it seems, hopefully it is, and shall it be that name revealed at last.

For so much I can feel, and with the nights I shall be guided to know, all that is of this one.

Time now on my side, hopefully to see me right in what I hope so much that I will see.

An Angel I have longed to know at last in front of me?