Missing the Angel

A little angel, a pretty angel fairer, yet fond to the heart a little priceless, a little princess brown full eye ball and a pinkful lips a soothing smile you'd make up easily sense of humor underneath your cries falling asleep near the beating heart I'd care to carry your little body, only when you'd suck those minuscule fingers looking at me _ you know it's wrong missing you now more than you'd think you'd grip my hands again and make a pace. Rechael Onu