a book of poems

Angel

I saw you for the fist time

falling from the sky

I saw your wings

That of pure whithe

feathers was

But as i asked you

"Are you from heaven "

You smiled at me

Told me that you where not

I told you abut the wings

The ones you had

That was so pure

that snow would be jaulus

You blushed

as i told you

"You are a angel on eath"

As the sun

Your eyes where

Then you kissed me

And whisperd in my ear

" You are the first to see

My wings and the real me"

Then you walked away

To the sun setting down

You wanted to find outhers

To know that there was

Still a chanse to find

some one pure in heart