The symmetry is so untrue

I'm longing for you,
I'm following you,
still I hope that your eyes stay
as harsh as they are.

When the wind starts to play
with you smile and your hair,
I remember what I'm told
'bout beauty by her.

The faerie that's flattering
in my heart,
and tries to kill devils
with her sharpened knife.

She's watching for the the butterflies
to jump of my shoulder
and whisper 'bout love
in my easy tensed heart..

Deep inside
I'm glad there's an angel,
who tells me to know
when to follow my heart.

But maybe it's trying
to lead me to you.
Am I fooling myself
or did the angel disappear?