My Angel is not as Papa promised

My Angel is not as Papa promised
All golden wings and languid grace
All silvery voice and fair of face
All poetry and heavenly trace

My Angel can be fearsome
As lashing waves and thunderous surf
Lightning flashes and tremors of earth
Then cool calm streams of crystal clear
Gentle draughts of summer air

My Angel can be darkness
Brooding, menacing, without light
To colour all my dreams at night
Without joy, without gladness
And steeped in utter sadness

My Angel' s mirror is a door
Leading me to paradise
A world unknown, in which I rise
To heights of bliss, of ecstasy
A world in which I long to be

My Angel is my life, my soul
He fills my mind with music
My voice with purity of tone
He fills my heart with so much love
He is my world - and he alone
Is my Angel of Music
My Angel of Song
My Angel ..... My Love.