• She sat by the window
    the bright sun shining on her
    and falling on the fountain
    of gold that streamed down her back
    each thread was perfect
    and shiny and long
    it fell to her slender waist
    and tickled her neck
    Turned up to the sun
    her face was a glow
    pale as moonlight
    but bright as the light upon it
    Her smile was the sweetest
    with lips cherry red
    and when they parted
    a laugh escaped
    ringing like a crystal bell
    Gleaming and sparkling
    her eyes of chocolate brown
    fell on a flower
    with such a tenderness, that if
    were i in the flowers place
    i would weep for happiness
    And there sat an angel
    brimming with happiness
    i wish i could be like her
    but instead i am me
    and never shall i say hello
    to this angel of my dreams
    except in my sleeping mind
    for that is the only time
    i may look upon this ideal me