Gates opened

I love being a G (Gentleman)-

You’ve always been the curious type, you’ve always wanted to see what really happens on the other side, you were leaning on the gates of heaven curious on how we were living on Earth, gates accidentally opened and you fortunately fell into my arms. I’ll still take your hand as if your walk is dependent on it, I’ll still open doors for you wishing the place we kept our money allowed two to enter simultaneously, how dare they allow such an angel to open her own door?

I’d write you poetry but the thought of other angels using better words destroys me inside, I’d call you an angel but the thought of that not being a compliment, hurts me, instead of rehearsing your past how about we look up at the stars for a change?