Treasure Island

Vanessa Cabrera

(July 31 1987 / Guinobatan Calapan City Oriental Mindoro, Philippines)

You are my Knight, my Angel...


you are my knight
from the land of royalty
half around the world
your distance to me

you are my soulmate
even we're apart
you save me from my sadness
thank you for giving me happiness

your my angel
from the land of the paradise
heaven and earth inbetween sight

you are my savior
like angel in the night
you keep my faith so tight

you are my inspiration
from the land of poets
always inspires me to my goal sets

you are my knight
who always makes me smile...My angel...My inspiration...

-vanessa-

Submitted: Saturday, May 08, 2010

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  • John Knight (6/4/2011 5:02:00 PM)

    Hi Vanessa - i am always glad to be your Knight and your Angel. I love the poem and think about you 24/7. Love you JOHN XOXOXO (Report) Reply

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