Saved By An Angel

This is not my poem; I am merely the messenger.  I am acting as a liaison between a poet, who chooses to be faceless, and his angel, who must remain nameless.  Its so romantic and tragic; it just kills me.  So without further adieu, I present his poem:

I remember long ago,

a rainy afternoon and a day away from school,

you walked into my life with a snide remark,

and a quick smile. 

My breath stopped the moment I saw you.

we danced a dance of words,

but never of hearts,

we missed out on a rare opportunity,

to love one another unreservedly.

We missed out on all of the passion 

we shared for one another because we

did not take the time to care not for 

what others thought of us.

Now we have met again.

You found me on a stormy shore

where I lay lonely and cold.

You breathed life into a lifeless soul,

and warmed me with your heart.

I love you still my one true love,

even though we must never intertwine.

Our lives are now separate,

you have a spouse, 

and I have mine.

We can now only live out our love 

within our dreams.

A fantasy never to be realized.

I missed you so,

and now miss you more.

You have brought me back

from the dead. 

My angel.