Searching for a Angel's love i call upon

I'm searching...
Through my intimidated, blurry eyes
Scanning life's jagged edges,
Far corners wide.
My soul's crammed inside heavy eyelids,
Red now from stale tears that sting and weigh heavy.
I'm envisioning an Angels love pouring out at me,
Echoing softly millions of miles from above,
These cloudy veils on earth below,
With my pleading tears for love.
I'm always searching out for a Angel's love,
Through the sun and moon god,
Created from a mother and father God union above.
Angel, can you hear me make out your name vaguely?
Angel, you and your long complex name of hidden strengths,
I call upon.
Angel, you and your long glorious name
Full of grace,
I call upon it again.
You're a grace that you won't grant me permission of
Your sacred temples your working on
In hidden heavens above me
I pray for your mission of love projection to me.
When I can't own a man's embrace.
When I can't call out his name or
Have him come to me.
When he won't let me climb the heights
Of his dark mysterious tower inside his soul,
The one that's foreign.
The kind the Angel's have patience to uncover for me.
Unlocking to me the depths of man's secret emotional strengths.
Searching again for a Angel's love that I can call upon.