(Angel)

Hands so soft, I don’t want to free

From her fingers so slender & lithe.

A figure so timid, so dainty –

A personality so glowing, so blithe.

A mouth so supple with her smile,

Words always spoken in a whisper.

A voice so subtle like water,

So cool and fresh – juvenile.

Flowers bloom when she walks by,

The wind bows and the rivers cry

Out in glee. The sun kisses the morning dew –

Such tingling sensations of anew.

A caricature of serenity –

So pure but distant.

Yet remains her breath of fidelity –

Her silhouette lingers for eternity…

Always with me.

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