The Angels light

Her eyes hold wisdom and beauty like the constellations set at creation by God's own hand.
I searched every house of light to no avail. 
Just to find her glowing in the dark. 
To hold her hand in the starlight,
unified in purpose. 
Words are too heavy to speak, 
I am tongue-tied in silent admiration. 
She adorns herself in the beauty of God
and resiliant humanity. 

I yearn to traverse the starlight,
in the quiet forming of the shape of love.
to hold the warmth of the heart in a moment
To contrast the cold of the dark