My Angel, My Beautiful Angel
My angel, my beautiful angel that God sent me
to stand at my side; I love you far too much
and I admire your mind and your total surrender
to Christ, our Lord.
Sometimes I feel indignant, not understanding
God\'s purpose with you,
for you feel the calling to be His beloved,
the beloved of the owner of the universe,
of the living God, the faithful spouse.
I feel so wretched, not seeing our love
advance in our daily life.
My beautiful angel, my companion in life,
this is how I admire you,
oh, my lovely María; what a great honor it would be
if God considered me worthy of your love,
and how happy it would make me to give you everything,
my lovely María, the angel of my life.
Oh, heavenly beauty, oh lady surrendered to Christ,
the love you hold for Him makes me admire you more each day,
and the wish to be yours in a future
grants me such joy, knowing that God
would allow the wish to come true —
to be with the love of my life.
You love God and serve Him in the church; you are right
to live in joy and to be happy serving Him each day,
my lovely María, the angel of my life.
You admire Saint Teresa and her surrender
to the love of God; faith and reality,
the monastic life and the mystical,
all joined in a single truth. You inspire holiness
by loving God in immense truth,
and by receiving Him in the Eucharist
with love and happiness.
I truly admire you and I wish to hold
an unbreakable faith, loving the creator of my life,
the only reason for my being, the living God, Christ Jesus,
the one who, for you, my lovely María, is the love of your life.
Mystery and reason, the simple yet harmonious,
are to you the beauty of the soul; one who in her life
strives to carry God within her heart.
Oh, my lovely María, you who shape the living God
and behold Him in the Eucharist, that magnificent gift
God has given us, and that you love so deeply,
you make me love you all the more.
The conversations between us, the peculiar beauty
found in knowing, in speaking, in the themes we share;
to talk with you — I admire you for knowing how to hold my attention,
and because, each time, you draw me closer to God
and serve Him in His mission.
I know you love me, and I have never forgotten you,
for you are constantly present in me,
but I do not wish to hurt you, and I want to guard your heart;
that is why I draw away, my beautiful angel.
But in the end, these thoughts vanish from my mind,
for I always want to keep you present,
and, if God allows it, to be your husband,
oh, my lovely María, the love of my life.
Life joined us in one same place,
and so I may behold you,
my wonderful María, the angel of my life.
Feeling
Love shows itself in many ways — simply put,
it is standing beside another being when they need
our help; in small acts one sees
the task of loving. Love is surrender,
and it means the most precious thing to a human being:
knowing how to be present, to give, and to help.
The following poem reflects a love that occurs
within religious circles, where the question of whether
to be together or not, out of fear of what others will say
or think, rests on religiosity and the extremism
that destroys the true foundations of God.
The verse MY ANGEL, MY BEAUTIFUL ANGEL expresses
a sincere love, but one that, out of fear
of others\' reactions, slowly destroys itself,
the flame dimming little by little. This verse
is presented with a proper name and is explicit,
so as to understand why the author speaks
of being in love with a woman who feels the same,
but who, out of fear, draws away and leaves behind
this friendship that had been imagined,
in a future, as a relationship.