Darling angel...

Darling angel;  

not my original angel, stolen from google

I thought it is lust or the crush,

that makes me owe for love

But it makes me feverish in mind,

O! That’s divine, it’s

something that spreads in my neural ravine

Oh! I am still fine.

Though many surround and

when you are around,

You pull me with your smile 
and throw me in air

and I don’t know, could be a mile

You make the air romantic and me frantic

Thou art my love, though everything looks dramatic

Angel, my angel,

Somebody asked me to show the mother of beauty

they might have thought I will show you as my deity 

but I didn't show you my deity; though you are lovely, 

 but question is the mother of beauty

I said, 'I still didn't meet her mother', sweetly.