For Gabriel, The Ever Elusive Angel.

As he hides behind his veil,
His visage of nonchalance,
His true feelings are unfelt,
Not registering on his face,
He regrets not professing,
His heart hurts,
But for all that he feels,
He is still an arrogant and stubborn fool,
Letting one who is the object of such passion fly free,
Innocence unprotected by the carrion birds,
Who would strip that innocence away,
He minds not that his affection is not returned,
He simply wishes for it to be felt,
The protection he can offer is but little,
But he wishes to offer it nonetheless.

For The Angel That Flies So Freely,
May Your Wings Catch The Warm Drafts
Of Morning Air Forever more.