At the Gates

Here's an old poem I decided to share.  It's one of the few things I wrote in high school that doesn't make me cringe.

You disappeared and tore my world,
My life, colored with scarlet pain.
Days of grief, all plans unfurled
And constant sadness poured down like rain.
But don't despair, we'll meet again;
By His will, we'll see the Gates
And Heaven's light will help us, friend,
To forget about untimely fates. 
For angels' mercy grants this much:
That the innocent live on in peace.
You weren't meant to feel Death's touch
So in Heaven your worries shall cease.
And as He sits upon His throne
I know He smiles and calmly waits
To call me to my blissful home
Where we will meet at Heaven's Gates.