Guardian Angel

You are a lie, of course you are
You are too beautiful, too far
To be real
Incredibly surreal
I have been warned all my life
To not believe, but then how must I survive?
You are addictive
And imagination hardly restrictive
Fantasy let me love him
Let me run away with whim
O Guardian Angel, I’m falling for you
I am not faulty, it’s the spell fate brew
And your goodness
Kindness
I am aware, though, I am entirely to blame
But misery played this game
Tricked me into believing,
Mischieving,
I am aware though, I won anyway
You can not be a lie, not today
God makes no lies
And I am incapable of creating so perfect a guise