Oh, what a sacred conferment it must have been

to become an angel bestowed with halo and wings.

With God, a partner, to repose by your side, sharing

your angelic face and Athena-like smile, only with him.

The lurking guiding light from you to beam my way up,

I see it and shall follow, beckoned by his sacred call.

Sharing only with him, The Almighty, ruler of all.

With droplets streaming I loudly proclaim,

"Our Father and my mother, who art in Heaven..."

Lonely is an inadequate word for this harrowing pain.

I ceaselessly cry out in vain, a grievous soul who

Can't bear to part with all that is left of my lonely heart.