like a glove

a poem

she wasn't what he wanted then
he thought her loud and of pretend
until, it was, she came to show
her brightly sighted angel's glow
to feel her focus made him die
the heart, at last, was found inside
releasing wholly to her mind
newest feelings did unwind
fit within in her holy glove
forging purest, safest love
she was a wrap of warmest grip
embraced inside, one could not slip
those two unseen before then hence
they stripped the world of all its sense
lies knotted into every stare
foes of friends had all beware
she was that muse which should've been
their art unmade was meant to mend
the actress and her songstress too
that seeing eye of birthing blue
they left on headings borne to waste
they'd run too far and ruined taste
I know it now, again, today
my angel's love will never stray