Darked Haired Boy
I dream of a boy with dark brown hair,
though his face cannot be seen.
I could feel that he was beautiful.
though..
not because of a sixth sense..
a super power.
or a vision.
it came from my heart.
He was beautiful because I loved him.
He walked across the meadow
straight towards me--
the boy without the face.
We met--
He held me in his arms
as we walked...
walked and walked...
I asked...
asked who he was,
He said he was an angel
sent from above.
Not just any angel though...
He was my angel...
Guardian angel--
Meant to be mine forever..
