I walk empty halls <br />feeling oppressive loneliness. <br />My mind dark and empty; <br />save one thought. <br /> <br />She replaces thought; <br />her eyes locking my tongue. <br />My angel of love, <br />my angel of death. <br /> <br />She taunts me with her words; <br />she teases me with her actions. <br />My angel of love, <br />my devil in disguise. <br /> <br />The halls fill with voices <br />as classes let out. <br />The sea of humanity parts <br />as she walks by. <br /> <br />With unbending purpose <br />she approaches me. <br />My angel of love, <br />my muse. <br /> <br />She sends my world spinning <br />with the touch of her lips to mine. <br />My angel sends my world crashing <br />as she walks away. <br /> <br />Why I wasn't expecting this, <br />I do not know. <br />I watch her as she walks <br />and smile. <br /> <br />My angel of love, <br />my heart in black heels.<br /><br />Brian Hinckley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-of-love-4/
