Honey Gold Angel Poem by Heath Muchena

Pretty lady…
honey golden skin.

Please wait a minute
so I can tell you how I'm feeling.

I want to know everything you believe in
as in do you want a husband, or maybe a baby.

Pardon my tongue slipping
but I see us in the future living.

One day I'll say I told you so
for they say when you know you know.

But before you tell me no
ask yourself if ever you thought you'd smile like so.

I just want a chance to show…
a chance to grow.

And as foolish as this seems
I'm quite sure you're the very angel I always saw in my dreams.




© Heath Muchena