Are you a God, my darling angel?
You, the one who saved me that day.
Was it in May? Or June?

I’d been dead so long.
For months it seems
Flying about with the Sylphs
And faeries.

And then you came.
You with the heavy load upon your back.
You with the smiling eyes and sweaty brow.
They mocked you.

I loved you then as I do now, my Lord,
My God. Are you a God?