I went to my Angel,
My brow furrowed tense,
full of questions about the futures sense,
a wind starts to flow,
a clarity seems to grow
I seem to have just one,
just one question now,
'My angel will you love me some more'

That was number one still untitled like most of my other ones,

My heart seemed to quiver,
To shake till it would break,
a thousand hurts flowed through,
each etched deeper than the last one through,

A soothing touch reached through,
the fog enveloping me,
it grabs my hand and steadies it too,
for i seemed to be falling through,

the hurt isnt known to her,
all well as the burden she undertook,
does she think herself strong enough,
to love this bumbling buffoon,

with a calmness sure,
and strength beyond her years,
she leads me through the damp,
its extent still unsure,

The fool struggles for word,
to express his feelings for her now,
finally he settles on this,
'My Angel, my savior, the guider of this ship,
I am but a fool and no more,
and all I have to give you is myself in exchange,
for all this'

'What is this,
for it seems to be enough'
She remarks,
'My love, My loyalty and Faith for ever more'
he says, and for her its seems enough

This is the second one playing around with a few words in my head regarding the title will put it there as soon as i find one which fits,
this is my second effort with the use of a conversation at the end of the poem to lend a slightly human touch to the characters,
purposely didnt make them rhyme cause I am trying very hard to move away from that kind of poetry and come to a slightly more contemporary modern style in which I fell the raw imagery is more relevant than the rhyme scheme which is what I'm trying to grow into.....
Till Next Time,
See-Ya!!!