"Even in Hell, There’s an Angel"
Who said angels don't exist in this world?
They were wrong—maybe they’ve never seen one.
I don’t know if I’m lucky or just blessed,
But I saw an angel—
Beautiful, calm, and quietly strong.
She was born a human,
Yet more divine than any god I've known.
No page could hold her story,
No ink could capture her soul.
I don’t know how she entered my life,
But she came at the exact moment I needed her.
She reached into the darkness I was drowning in—
A place deeper than shadow,
A pain no one else could see.
But she saw it.
She cared.
She tried to help when no one else dared.
Silent as the moon, yet stronger than steel.
I felt safe in her wings—
Like a newborn in his mother’s arms.
Her wings were torn by ruthless hands,
But she never let go of mine.
She healed others, even those who hurt her.
Her face—
Brighter than the sun,
Her eyes—
Diamonds hidden beneath waves of lashes.
Her nose—
Like the sweetest slice of cake,
Soft and tempting—
Sometimes I wish to kiss it,
But I’m afraid to break something so delicate.
Her lips—
Not just for smiles,
But for silent hugs that comfort broken hearts.
Her hands—small, with fingers like stardust,
Yet strong enough to carry the world.
Sometimes I dream of holding her hand,
And running far from here—just us two.
She may be smaller than most,
But her heart is larger than the universe.
She wears a bracelet on her neck,
And in that little circle—
I want to live forever.
I lost my heart the day I saw her.
In a selfish, shameless world,
I saw a soul more beautiful than the moon.
She cared for those who never cared for her.
