My mother told me once,
that angels didn't exist,
they were only legend,
a figment of a person's imagination.
And yet, I think she's wrong.
Because I look around me, and I see angels.
The boy who rescued a homeless dog,
A girl who makes an old man smile.
But one angel shines brighter than all the rest.
With eyes so bright,
skin so soft,
and a heart,
Oh, a heart so open and warm,
You, my dear, are the angel of my dreams.
May the heavens make our paths cross once again, my angel.
I love you.
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Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I've had in my head. Some have been written with prompts from @MusicalMagical and myself!
