By and by, the remants, of a personal Hell,
vis-a-vis the shackles of a narcissist's spell,
broken by a jaded, push for a new dawn,
frozen by a faded, hope for what's gone.
Left with ill faith, towards unparalleled love,
he left it to fate, and placed faith up above.
Leery of Angels, he would bow as he does,
to feel the soft hands, of the marvel he shunned.
With this, he looked up, into heartening eyes,
an Angel of hope, had confronted his life,
marked with his scars, he soon knew of her pain,
an enchanting blue sky, that was left to the rain.
Never before, has he felt such affinity,
or wanted to love, with such passion or dignity.
Never before, had he been more mistaken,
as the things you deserve, will inevitably awaken.