Angels Poem by Viento de ador

The way the sunlight shines down
And brushes over your delicate face
It seems to sweep away your identity
And put that of an angel in its place

Theres no possible way that you aren’t truly an angel
Lusciously full lips and hair strung from gold
Are two qualitites that are too great
For any ordinary woman to hold

Your gentle eyes resembling aquatic crystals
Give the comfort of a thousand friendly shoulders
And its as if a complete understanding of all
Lies dormant in the ice around little boulders

And the softness of your touch
Feels woven from the finest angora
The heavenly beauty found in your face
Makes even the Greeks forget dreams of Pandora

You carry an aura of an existing utopia
Which sends any cold-hearted manner into the past
And as soon as your blessed smile is shown
No evil no matter how great is able to last