I've met an angel; she of such feminine beauty that will put any man in awe, even the most beautiful rose cannot describe this creature. Her feisty shouts echo through the hallway like a powerful gust of wind, knocking down wooden walls, her extremely exotic peaceful and aphrodisiac flirts hits your heart like Thor with his hammer striking down lightning. This angel has serious powers that she herself is not aware of. The coincidences that gel me and her together is a sign from god warning me this is his property and should be sacred. Her in trackies with a sobbish emotional look makes you want to die a thousand times just to be close to her but can't be touched, never be touched. Oh angel how it hurts yet you excite and create happiness overwhelms my deepest darkest desires. Even heroin can't beat the feeling of being around this creature. Oh angel try love
oh angel be free and soar like a white dove,
oh angel be gentle and not ruve.
I truly have died to see myself with this beautiful creature for the very very last time. And off she goes away with her extraordinary wings she flies home in order to fully meet her desires, physically, spiritually and emotionally. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my companion, Goodbye my angel. Nine Lives Younger
A good start with a nice poem, Nixon G. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. A beautiful love poem. Thanks for sharing.