"As real as an Angel"

Where is she?
The one that stares at the same star at night.
The one that you saw in many faces at different ocassions.
You want to believe but is like believing in God that even when you do not see, you can still feel.

What is that?
That special something that you find in other girls that recall the face of the one you have not met yet.
Is it in those evershinning black eyes that seem like bottomless pits of divinity that if making you fall they make you fall in love; and if sacred, rise you up to the sky like a rocket, just so you can touch the door of heaven everytime you look into them.

Or perhaps is that delicate figure that can only be copied but not created by humans, due to it's divine nature. May it be the smooth cinnamon skin that brights up like gold in a summer day, being equaled in beauty only by the sunset of a warm dusk.

Is it that smile, that clears away all your lowest instincts and turns you, sinner, into a saint?
Is it that voice that recalls you like angels recall souls into the land of paradise?
Or maybe that beautiful soul, that white purity that numbs your senses into ecstasy.

Illusion or foolishness of a dream, I cannot deny what my heart and soul know that my mind cannot understand. That knowledge dennied to those who seek truth in what is tangible, yet so open and free that we are born with it and quit it after reaching what we call adulthood.
But it goes different in me, like trying to live without breathing, that truth torments me from inside. And even in my darkest moments, that hope shines like a candle in a dark castle.
It doess't matter for how long I've been preparing my body, heart and soul to fight my entire being and it's desire and foolishness, after all this time, I still believe in Angels...

"Praying might be your last resource, but if it were the first one, everything would probably be different..."