Angel Of Mine - Poem by Dougie Fresh
They are the kind of eyes that can pierce through the soul,
The kind you lock on to and never want to let go;
As if emerald and jade made sweet passionate love,
To produce that perfect shade of green that drives me crazy
And these are just the eyes that belong to that Angel of Mine.
The rest of her is pure perfection, the freaky kind of perfection
That is thought to not exist in nature, but she has broken all the rules..of
Natural order…my Angel has wings as well, beautiful wings that extend all
The way out, such a mystery how this Angel of Mine came to be!
Every curve of her body has broken the mold, even her little voice is..
Heavenly…Is this Angel of Mine real or just a figment of my overactive
Imagination? ? She is almost too good to be true! Yet, she is TRUE!
I have never seen such perfection, from the tip of her head all the way
Down to her beautiful toes, just perfect is this Angel of Mine..
What is most beautiful about her lies not on the outside but
Deep within her heart and soul, true inside beauty, unmatched by
Any other I have ever known, so glad to have this Angel of Mine!
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