There's an angel,
Hiding behind shadows—
But talent glows,
And wings cannot be concealed.
Hi, Angel,
The world is unkind,
Always digging for treasures,
And you are its rarest gem.
I am no miner of gold,
But of robes,
To shield your grace
When the night grows weary.
You may touch
My hidden flame,
For beauty such as yours
Deserves to tame my beast.
Hi, Angel—
Let me dwell within you,
If it pleases your heart.
This is my love letter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wings cannot be concealed...