An angel

An angel was posed,
On the shoulder of my soft half,
He whispered some words in secrecy,
Then these words were forgotten,
To the profit of horrible spites,
Now my soft half,
Doesn’t have any more entrusting angel.
She cried,
Despaired,
She is frightened,
By this too great difference,
Who is worth such an amount of spite to her,
Only a pair of angels can save her,
I of it am a half,
The other,
Also,
Is well known,
Her heart so heavy that it is,
Cannot be carried,
But by these winged characters.
It is said that we are all angels,
And that we can only fly by embracing each other,
However,
Some,
Lost their wings,
To the profit of more beautiful qualities,
Not for themselves,
But for their fellow-members,
It’s for that which it’s necessary that they rise,
So that they also,
Can taste the sky.