A poem of Love |
She is beautiful as she sleeps. Her eyes are resting, sleeping now. She looks like an Angel sleeping, with eyes that glow her pure soul. I want to tell her that I Love her, but for now, I must bask in her soul. She is an Angel sleeping, I see that, I want to kiss her now, Shall I? I shall not wish to awaken her, I must kiss her within my Heart. She is an Angel Sleeping, I Love Her. |