My Angel Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

MY ANGEL

When the breezes laced with mignonette
Trail through the tresses of your long, black mane
In the vast, marble square doused with rain,
Your gazes touched by the reds of the sunset
Set my beating heart aflame,
In the last of the dying autumn light.
And I am never to be the same.

And when the moon ascends in the nascent night
Over the fountains sobbing to the sky,
I weep in my soul as you walk slowly by,
Pining to kiss your fair cheeks of white.

Then the birds in their dreaming
Take in all of your love
Which is seen beneath the bending boughs above
Where you rove among the daisies and the rose
In the soft, enchanted garden close
As a true princess beaming.

And then in your sweet after glow
Here and there, high and low,
You wander as a goddess in those woods I know,
Happy as an angel, smiling as you go.

John Lars Zwerenz