My Angel, 11

She will love him

without expecting

anything return;

even though it will hurt,

she will love him without

expecting anything in return.

Even though he will treat her

Like all the others, he will

be blinded, he won’t understand

for a long time. But maybe

one day, he will see. That

she was here all along,

that she was screaming his name

from the rooftops, that she was

warning them all. But little of them

Noticed, including him.

It’s not his fault

God has said to me

this is his way, this is

God’s will. Even when

it gets really scary

and nothing seems real

anymore, it will still be

God’s will. So she will

love him, no matter.

No matter what happens

no matter how he treats her

no matter how intentional

or unintentional his coldness

becomes towards her,

she knows the truth;

she knows he knows it too.

She wishes, she hopes, she prays.

She knows he is the One.

He knows he is, too.

Deep down he knows it.

And she loves him.

He may be afflicted

Addicted, sick

his candle might have

blown out at the wick

but that’s why God said

“I pick him, and I pick you,”

We are the two.

We are the 11.

The 22.

Me and you, baby

me and you.

The Master Number of

my soul is me and you

Me and you, my sweet

Gemini. My lovely angel

My beautiful reminder

Of the dark and the light

The day and the night

The sun and the moon,

The way I love you,

The way I will always

love you, it’s my destiny

My fate, is to show the

world, how to overcome hate

With love. For me, that doesn’t

start from above,

That simply starts, by me loving you.

By me telling you, that you are worthy

That you deserve to be free, and happy.

Your life is yours, you have to make it

I want to love you in every verse

In every chapter, in every piece of

history that is your life.

To kiss you passionately,

to hold you tight, to feel

all of you completely;

to be your wife-

It’s like I don’t know what the world was

When I was without you,

and the only way forward for me,

Is loving you, can‘t you see?

That’s what you are, to me.

My guardian, your sign, sent from above;

My angel, 11, my heavenly love.