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I think am dating an angel and am losing her. The whole world is
tumbling down and i rush to her for help. All i get is a smile; as if we
wont be touched. I do not know where she keeps her white linen, i
havent found a scratch mark on her body: perhaps where the wings use to
be. She's got the eyeballs of any lady but one you couldn't look deep
into for long because she'll break into a smile and i would too.
Sometimes she'll stand by our window for hours simply looking at the world around us. At some point, she'll smile, some point she wouldn't. But throughout these times, she never say a word. She speaks with such grace and versed in all manner of learning. Whenever she sings her voice split as if it were the lullaby of soft souls in heaven. Oh she loves to listing to country. The one that will talk about love, family, parenthood, childhood and the likes everyone should be respected. Everything should be taking lightly, i could never make her angry. I wish heaven would do an head count, and i could have result because i definatly know that someone would be missing. And i thing thats my angel.
She speaks so soft. Most times hardly heard. I might have to strain my ears many a times to hear her. But with the simplicity with which day turns to night and night to day, she speaks. And to me shes the greatest gift; the greatest i could ever have wished for, though she never looked it when we met. But hour by hour, day by day her transformation is fast paced. Shes becoming more perfect a gift tending towards heaven. And yes, this is my single fear. I fear she is going back..... I think she is leaving me.
I think am dating an angel and am losing her. The whole world is
tumbling down and i rush to her for help. All i get is a smile; as if we
wont be touched. I do not know where she keeps her white linen, i
havent found a scratch mark on her body: perhaps where the wings use to
be. She's got the eyeballs of any lady but one you couldn't look deep
into for long because she'll break into a smile and i would too.
Sometimes she'll stand by our window for hours simply looking at the world around us. At some point, she'll smile, some point she wouldn't. But throughout these times, she never say a word. She speaks with such grace and versed in all manner of learning. Whenever she sings her voice split as if it were the lullaby of soft souls in heaven. Oh she loves to listing to country. The one that will talk about love, family, parenthood, childhood and the likes everyone should be respected. Everything should be taking lightly, i could never make her angry. I wish heaven would do an head count, and i could have result because i definatly know that someone would be missing. And i thing thats my angel.
She speaks so soft. Most times hardly heard. I might have to strain my ears many a times to hear her. But with the simplicity with which day turns to night and night to day, she speaks. And to me shes the greatest gift; the greatest i could ever have wished for, though she never looked it when we met. But hour by hour, day by day her transformation is fast paced. Shes becoming more perfect a gift tending towards heaven. And yes, this is my single fear. I fear she is going back..... I think she is leaving me.