Into My Mind

I look at you,
And I ask myself;
Are you human,
Or a fallen angel?
My eyes see human;
But my heart speaks,
And says fallen angel.
My heart sees,
What my eyes can not.
Wings of obsidian black,
Stretch out from you back,
To enfold your body.
Why you would have fallen,
Only He knows.
And so I ask God why;
He would send an angel,
As beautiful as you,
To earth so that you might die.
And He replies;
“Did you not ask for an angel,
From the very heavens.”
This I did;
And a more perfect angel,
Could He have not possibly given.