I once met a angel,
Sounds crazy,
I know,
But is true.
And she was beautiful,
So beautiful in fact ,
that once my eyes had seen her,
My memory worked side by side with my eyes to paint a picture of her,
Catching every detail to the t.
Her beautiful brown eyes,
They was like that of rich chocolate melting in the sun's golden rays,
I could sit and stare at them for days,
They glowed with so much joy and life that,
if you starred at them to long you'd get stuck in a trance.
I've never traveled much but looking in her eyes,
Is what it must be like to sit on a balcony and watch the sunset in Paris ,France.
And when she parted her lips to smile,
It was like the clouds parting to show the sun,
bright,
Radiant,
And life giving.
Her voice,
Her voice it was like listening to rain fall onto a tin roof,
Peaceful and soothing.
Listening to her talk,
It was like listening to multiple symphonies,
And her vibe,
Man ,
Her vibe was as beautiful and rare as
the canary yellow diamond from Tiffany's.
Crazy because when my life was hell ,
I would beg God to hurry up and let me see
Heaven,
Who knew he'd bring a peace of it to me.
Sadly,
I lost that peace of Heaven when I fell and got locked in this cell.
And now ,
that picture of that angel hangs up in my mind being my source of light in this cold ,dark place.
-RedPenPoet
