Fallen

Soft voice like autumn rain,
Eyes like the rushing sea,
How can so much sweetness be pain?
As if this Fallen angel was really for me.

I can almost see those wings,
Sprouted from broad 'blades,
And as that Fallen mind sings,
The light of the sun slowly fades.

A gentle hand caresses my face,
And my breath is caught in my throat,
A strand of my tawny hair: a lace,
And I sink into his eyes: a boat.