Sweet angel child,
you came to me with promsies,
with whispered prophecies
that were unceasingly true,
and remarkably frightening.
Yet, mystery attracts us all,
and, so, I was drawn into your iced eyes
and your elusive thoughts,
to kiss your soulful lips
and lean my head against your body.
To live within an angel forever...
where wings are real,
to take us beyond our dreams,
and the points we sleep upon
feel like tender silks against our skins.
Yes,
I know this messenger...
my cherished love....
Remember me, sweet angel child,
for I remember thee.
 xxsnowyvilliersxx · Sun Apr 10, 2005 @ 05:04am · 0 Comments |
