Underneath the willow trees
I find a lonely stranger.
He was a gorgeous man,
Who wouldn't fret the danger.
I wander up to him,
I get lost in his eyes.
When he looks away,
I began to cry.
His face is so beautiful.
His lips a flawless trace.
The torment in his eyes
Leaves me lost in space.
I hug his neck immediatly,
Not wanting to let go
But soon enough he vanishes
I sink to my knees so slow.
My eyes are filled with tears,
But he left something behind!
A medallion that says,
'Angels never die.'
I hug his neck immediatly, Not wanting to let go But soon enough he vanishes I sink to my knees so slow. My eyes are filled with tears, But he left something behind! A medallion that says, 'Angels never die.' You seem to have visions. poetic talent coupled with imaginary visions........... is it not wonderful? ? ? write and imagine, meditate and write. thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Immortal beings, Angels, creational beings from on high! Imagery was great! ; D