I can see my angel,
Divine in blue with flowing tress Captivating me with
Assurance in her brown eyes, Comfort in her knowing smile,
Bliss in her very presence.
I can see my angel,
Watching me,
Playing me a tune in her violin
Her music filled with melancholy
Her rythm, too melodious
Over my cries and pleas
For her to hear.
I can see my angel,
My guardian angel,
The only thread, a tough one
That entangles me to the earth
The only reason, a genuine one
That persuades me not to turn back The only warmth, a gentle one
That vanishes the coldness around me The only dream, a frozen one
That I don't mind waiting for
The only god, a real one
That I pray for
The only image, a beautiful one
That makes me smile
Whilst tears dancing, to her rythm, in
my eyes..
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Book of Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written.. They are about what I see, what I felt, some are plain imagination... My characters usually have brown eyes.. Coz mine are brown.... I want a part of me tangling in what I write....
