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Eyes of an Angel

By UTTubby

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

You stroke my mind and caress my soul. I yearn for desire. You make me whole. You wink bearing soft design. You are beautifully a piece of art. Eyes you are so heavenly true. They softly whisper "I Love You." Your eyes twinkle like diamonds. They glitter like gold. You briskly flutter around sheltering my soul. They are innocently full of glaze. They cast no shadows in the dark. You blaze through the smoke-filled haze. They shine on me in every way. I'm thankful for eternity, I do thee pray. God Bless Angels. Written October 12th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 02:33 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10

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