My Angel

My Angel
lives in a land
which I have
yet to venture.
I feel
her presence
is with me always
and my longing for her is torture.
I dream
of the heat
emanating from
her skin.
My imagination envisions
emerald eyes
and the fire
within.
My Angel is not with me.
She watches from afar.
Oh, sweet Angel, I would be
where you are.
My Angel,
let me conquer Heaven
and tame Hell.
For you, my tormented one,
I will.