My guardian angel, once careless and free,flew into the clouds and lost touch with me.Her tears were cold and wet, falling on my face.Her smile had left us without a trace.Her angelic lips quivered, frozen and scared,I felt rain clouds visiting, and had to prepare.I knew that angels, often content,were very special presents that God had sent.

To see one so sad,so afraid,so alone,had made me weep while the cold winds had blown.Her wings lost feathers,comforting and soft,falling from the stars,floating aloft.

Her pain was felt throughout the land,to feel true misery is impossible to stand.
I prayed so that when her hurting stops,I'll be able to taste the angel's teardrops.
Love is a precious thing. And so, too, are the memories of love.There are times in our lives when we feel helpless and caged in a hell-like place of our own creation.Sometimes love doesn't die so much as it just fades into nothingness.Life is an accumulation of joys and pains, the one making us richer, the other sometimes becoming obstacles too high to climb.Thats reality of Life.

The future isn't always something to anticipate.What we learn from those closest to us isn't always what we wanted to learn.All senses can be triggered by a stray memory.