Her Voice Was Like A Choir Poem by alan brown

She lay there in her summer dress
like an angle on the wing
Never wanting to disturb the peace
But always wanting to sing.

Her voice was like a choir
enchanting to the end
With words so sweet and lovely
you would listen like a friend.

He face was one of silence
with fair white even skin.
And she beguiled without resistance
as she took all that were with her in.

She took them to the highest high
with none or little thought.
And dropped them like a stone in a pond
without an evil thought.

So if you see an angel
lying within your thought.
Don't listen to the singing
as you will be easily caught