I fail to put her in my poems br as she cannot be confined in any. br surely, not in adjectives of my description. br she is all beyond and above br It is an unseen angel I love br br I don't write romantic phrases br I only write to her my praises br and she in turn, writes back br and this is the way we love in stages. br br I've questions, innumerable with me now. br Does her face challenge the charm of moon br or appearance, soft shade in sultry noon? br Do her lips utter less br or she speaks from her eyes? br She lingers on my mind like a tune br I wonder what her voice would be like? br br Is her smile, a blossom in spring br or the horizon of a cold evening br but one thing I know for sure br an unseen smile to me means everything. br br People I see, betray me everyday br so its better to love an unseen. br she is from beyond and above br she is an unseen angel I love.