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from eyes so ritch and pure,
to hands so soft and clean,
my life has met a wonderfull dream,
i wish not to wake up, but to dream,
for if this is only but a dream,
i wish to have it always,
for i cannot live without you're grace.

it's called angel

from my stump I sit with a wandering tone,
for within my life, within my tone,
I wonder who shall pass my bye,
and offer me those dandelies,
but no matter how long I wait,
no matter whom I see,
I never get what I want recieved,
so I wait and wait for that person to come,
wondering on what day they’ll come,
then when hope has almost run me dry,
I saw a beautiful angel passing bye,
not on the ground but in the sky,
with wings so big that she flies so high,
wings that are majestic and pure,
but with a black tone for love galore.

yes, with black wings she flies towards me,
fluttering and flapping beautifully,
and as I gaze in an amazed stare,
she glides to the tree that sits quite near,
and as she flaps her wings once more,
she halts herself on the treetop that was before,
standing on her feet, opening her eyes,
we encounter, eye to eye,
she looks honest, strong and pure,
with black wings that still flutter for sure,
but before I could speak, I muttered alone,
and she said with a heavenly tone,
an angel from heaven has been brought to you,
to care for you and to love you.

and as she spoke those words to me,
I could not help but dream,
of a life without hatred or lies,
a dream filled with those dandelies,
the life of which I dream,
when the life I live is not what it seems,
but as I stare into her eyes,
I happen to pear with a questioning eye,
wondering if the black-winged angel who speaks,
is the one she mentions for me,
and as I open my lips to speak,
she rises highly from the tree,
and as she glides back down to earth,
she shows no signs of force,
and as she lands so softly and sweet,
she kissed me on my rose-red cheek.

and as I stood with her lips on my cheek,
I looked down at her golden bare feet,
and she stood with her feel planted down,
as if she was not heavenly bound,
and as she rose her lips off my cheek
I asked her calm and physique,
what is you’re reason to be on earth,
I asked her, trying not to be coerce,
she answered calm and polite,
I was cast out of heaven, but not from spite,
for I still have these wings that give great delight,
but they are blackened for the wrongs that night,
and as she spoke, a tear I could see,
so I held her tight, not wanting to flee.

and as I rose her head to mine,
I could finally see those beautiful green eyes,
and before being caught in a daze,
I slowly and carefully exclaimed,
what could you do which was not evil,
yet cast you from heaven, yet not hell,
and as she heard those words,
as if I was being coerce,
she lowered her head to a side,
as her wings drew back to her sides,
and I asked her as calmly as I could,
I will never be mad, you know I would,
as I spoke those words to a face that weeps,
I slowly stroked my hand upon her cheek.

with the wings behind her and low,
she raises her head for me to know,
and as she saw me, her cheeks did change,
into a pure, rose-red phase,
and she said, almost quivering with fear,
I don’t think you’ll like what you’ll hear,
and as I repeated, softly with care,
I could never be mad at a person who cares,
then she continued with a slightly better pace,
you know those times, alone on you’re dates,
I stopped then dead straight, so I could confess,
for they would not love you as I would unless,
as I stopped her with an elegant and meaningful kiss,
a kiss of which was on her sweet lips.

then after a moment to ease her stress,
I said to her as if I confessed,
out of all the hearts I tried,
not one could come close to thyne,
and as her face grew more and more red,
I started to lift her sweet little head,
and as she said in a sorrowful tone,
I never knew a heart like thyne own,
then I stated, as if in a dream,
why wouldn’t I love these black beautiful wings,
that allows you to fly to you’re hearts delight,
but I don’t want you to fly too far out of my sight,
for you are the one I most truly love,
that fluttered down like a black-winged dove,
and as I smiled, triumphant with glee,
I held her sweet body, for she was with me,

and as I held her, softly with care,
I could now smell the pine in the air,
then I whispered gently in her ear,
would you like to go to my place, it’s really quite near,
but there is a question that still rings in my ear,
what would people see, the people quite near,
and as she leaned back she started to say,
they only see my body, mortal and pail,
not my back wings, which where heavenly forged,
for they are only seen by my eyes and yours,
but whatever you want, it shall be yours,
for an angel’s power is second to no one’s,
and as I heard this, I smiled with glee,
for there was nothing I wanted more then thee,
and as she heard my thoughts spoken aloud,
she smiled and giggled, most proud.

i love it its so awmazing you are awsome at this you know

alot of people say that... but what i want/need is critisism so i can learn and do better... it's just my own self esteem that tells me i should've done better...