In Mourning


In Mourning

An ongoing collection of the writings of Nick Benson.

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In the Presence of An Angel


Oh, to be near her, to bask in her beauty.
Truly I am in the presence of an angel.
Heaven has sent her here for me:
To tease me, to play with my soul.
And I love it! I live for it!
Another taste! Another glimpse!
Don't take her from me!
I cannot live now without her!
For I have been shown true bliss
And it has taken form before me.
A perfect form, so true to my heart!
But I cannot reach her, for Heaven is so far from me
So I will die here, a mortal man,
Praying for the day I will come to her!