An Angel in Blue Jeans

As I smell the gardenia petals lining old stairs that squeak,
My heart steps into the rhythm of a faster bachata beat.
Upon moldy blue carpeted steps, 37 love letters line-
Each one leaving behind a racing vortex in my mind.
I now sense we’ve entered into the realm of the divine,
And I wonder why for so long to your love I’ve been blind.
That’s the moment, when into a discarded dream, I finally fell.
I enter into the room, where an angel in blue jeans dwells.
Across your frozen copper face, I watch a fiery smile melt.
Hours slide across your eyes, stirring emotions never felt.
I notice now, I know not how you’ve removed me from my feet,
At the very moment that my knees begin to feel too weak.
A gentle arm holds me stable, as I study a small glittering ring.
Broken shards of glass rest in throat-each an answer lingering...
Waiting for my breath to return, so that I can venture to speak,
Begging for bravery to trust in a love so tender and so deep.