His soul is made of sunshine,
His eyes alive with stars.
His mind is filled with flowers
And with memories of ours.
His words are gentle blessings,
His voice an autumn breeze.
His arms are my protection,
And he carries me with ease.
His love flows through my being,
Until my spirit sings,
He is my guardian angel
And I rest beneath his wings.
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
