Lips of an Angel

Have you ever seen the rain?

Have you?

Have you ever love someone?

Have you?

Like a drop in the ocean

Tossed in the waves of the Caribbean,

A message in the bottle floats aimlessly,

Upon the shore of the Californian desert.

That night,

An angel appeared in the garden,

Where the flowers were seething something,

The morning glory that once was,

A million years ago.

Touched by the beaming smile,
A simple, simple man from nowhere,
Pretending to love, 
Pretending to have the weight of the world on his shoulders,
Not anymore.

Where the stars aligned in harmony,

Forbidden to love,

Forbidden to be together,

Until that kiss.

Ignited by the light of fury,

Ignited by a taste of animosity,

They collide,

Bamboozled by the thunderstorms,

A feeling.

A feeling that would be,

A feeling that would last,

A feeling that is,

A feeling that sees,

A feeling that listens,

A feeling that feels.

It was more than a feeling,

It was more than a kiss,

It was the lips of an angel.