the light, those whose
wings are kind
the purpose i was
sent to live
my heart pounding
so hard as the sound of
a hot river stream
flowing through my
body, the wierd expression
the sight of being blind,
the stress that once made mistake
regain its consiousness
for who i give my
crying tears for who i thank
so much that life
itself repaired. i only
wished that i net you before,
wishing to feel you
hug you and being on
your side. love its self
never is the same
with out you, my pure
angel stay with me
till my end

Andres Gonzalez

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/guardian-13/