Darlene Belcher Poems
Lips Of An Angel
I hear you in the morning, i see you in the night,
My sweet angel.
I dream of you, think of you, and only of you,
My loving angel.
Take my hand, dance with me, sweep me off my feet,
My gracious angel.
Come with me, i'll take care, lift our love to the air,
My pleasant angel.
A whisper to the ear,
a kiss to the lips,
My heart-tendering angel.
My Dream~my Love
He is my sweetheart, he is my love. He is my dream, my angle from above. I love him so with all my heart, can never stand to be apart. When i call my love will answer; he will come to me and be with me. 'Till the mornings dew, 'till the rise of the suns grand golden rays, he will be there, with me, always.