My Angel Poem by Alyce Crowley

My Angel



His eyes,
They follow,
Expecting...
I touch his face-
Your innocent without
Knowing it.
My Angel

The shadows gather
And he warms me
Thrills,
Holds me,
His eyes are dark,
My Angel

My soul it trails,
hoping, expecting,
Dreaming...
My Angel

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Charles Chaim Wax 02 February 2006

a glorious love poem the words thrill the heart such joy! the world trembles in admiration a wonderful poem

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