She was a Dream

She was a dream.
Too good to be true,
so I knew she wasn't real enough to touch.
Angels don't fall in love with anything less than perfection.
So I feel I am kept safe in her affection.
If only I could act out my intentions and mention to her what she means to me.
But around her I am mute.
I cannot utter any words,
but those I do manage to force out don't come out as they were meant.
She was heaven sent.
Skin caressed by the sun.
Voice of endless melodies.
Void of meaningless thoughts.
She caught my heart and soul.
Captured my spirit
And with it she coupled with me joy.
Lost without her,
Not because I lost my way, but because I lost the will to let myself be found.
Kneeling before her feet waiting to be swollowed whole by the ground.
Without her whisper I have no words,
So my very soul refuses to make a sound.