Price of Angel Tears

A woman's soul is holy ground, Blessed and sanctified. Her tears are sacred like holy water, and her smiles are painted by God. She is a temple where man can go to confess their sin She is the hedge and the intercessor and can go where they've not been. Her thoughts are not like those of men, Blessed with divine intuition. She knows the answer before the question is asked, when you rouse her suspicion. She hides her wings and halo from the eyes that look upon her body, Unfit to see angels faces or catch a glimpse of heaven- They fall short, like bread of days of old, flat and un-leven. If men knew what she held inside, they would surely be afraid- The price for making an angel cry is unknown, but their creator ensures they'll be paid. In little vials stored in the safes of heaven, debts and IOUs- for those who fancy to gaze upon, an angels misuse and abuse. If you've ever made a woman cry, remember, in the end you'll owe great debt- for God himself, so loves that woman, and he is a vengeful God that never forgets...