I can hear the cry of an Angel
Calling for the gods to decide
Or declare her fate in love
I hear her say, “heavens say;
Follow your heart, which I did”
Please tell her, I am destiny,
But a painter, coloring life…
Please tell her, I don’t intervene
In matters pertaining hearts
When God, didn’t compel Nick
Into wooing or even keeping her
As the treasure he is to find,
I am destiny, I see peoples vision
But love is blind, so to say.
If lovers are to be farmers,
Falling for her innocent soul,
Would be any farmer’s seed to sow
But I wonder why an Angel waits
In great anticipation
For the moment in time
His leaf shall cross her path.
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 