Treasure Island

Gwenevere Cornwell

(March 24,1997)

You Are My Angel


I simply want to cry
I don't know what to think
There are tears in your eyes
It's like we're on the brink

I don't know what to think
You're something new to me
It's like we're on the brink
It's a new discovery

You're something new to me
Something sent from high above
It's a new discovery
Full of happiness and love

Something sent from high above
There are tears in your eyes
Full of happiness and love
I simply want to cry

Submitted: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
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  • Kelvin Owusu (8/1/2013 5:56:00 AM)

    a lovely poem i do agree with adheez the repetition does give each stanza abit of life (Report) Reply

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