My Angel
I never met you. Not on a high hill top, Nor on the flattest of plains. I know not your name, Your face, Your life. But I close my eyes, And there you are. As if in a soft dream, Your figure approaches me. I reach my hand out, And I can feel you touching me. I feel your hair, Flowing and soft. I touch your face, Smooth and warm. I can smell you all around me, As if bliss could be a scent. I look into your eyes, Oh how beautiful they are. I touch your lips, A shudder passes through me. I watch your gaite, Like that of an Angel. Upon my lips I can taste you, Within my body I can feel you, Upon the air rides your sweet scent, Within your eyes I see our future, Throughout my head I hear you singing. You are my Angel, But one I have never met.I'm going for a new approach here, what do you think? Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 03:02 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I never met you...."