Ethereal

I heard you cry and beg for my life, 

like it was something so precious and fine. 

I've felt the pureness of your desperation, 

a plead that reached my soul and became one with yours. 

And perhaps, you made Heaven glance at you and I,

because everytime I'm supposed to leave this life,

your prayers resurrect me before I even die.

And for that, perhaps, you will always be my Ethereal,

A love that expands to the realm of heaven and beyond,

something I could not grasp yet remains realest of all,

a heart that sees the impure so precious and fine,

that I am worth saving all the time.

But, you, my Ethereal, will always be,

always, the one precious and fine.