Keeping Faith

In another life far different than this, an angel lived. The blackest of olives could not compare to the nature of her hair, As long as a summer’s day. Lips kissed by carnations, With skin so fair. Her eyes twinkled with an emerald stare. Every suitor galloped just to catch this fallen angel as she fell. But alas, the suitors shy away! For every angel is guarded, locked away to conserve, the purity of what’s left in this world. To soil this purity is a sin against God with a soul so precious! So sad to think this light to be Prisoner, to also be preserved! Alone she sits, singing aloud her window to the heavens Her father ever vigilant, she weeps. Fate heard her cries and dealt her hand. A musician in the course of his travels stumbles upon a songbird! Her voice he could’ve sworn, awakened his heart. Light with his fingers, he took his pipe, With his heart he played his love Embedded in every note. Until his precious muse paused her siren sound. What is this piper? From where did he come she stares? This stranger engaging in song with me, Do I partake?