Angel, love.

What now the echoes of love move in me to cause, I cannot speak of love, as if by willing my heart would pause , to some extreme im in a dream, and you hold my waking breath, if i was not partaking in this love , would you offer up my death,  for certain things like love assures we long to breathe not die, and I had love embedded truly in the pigment of my eyes, only angels come to provide the true enchantment love has shown ,but when I wake my angel, love, shall I be on my own, if this love lays more than heaven at our place of residing feet, should your wings be granted things and raise up high our loving beat.