The Angel

Eyes like stars Heart like pure gold Spirit like one of a wild animal Soul of Mother Nature Rarest of one to find No real identity so what to call her is a challenge I must master My prize possession I old most dearly Love can be seen through your eyes For you look upon everything with love Still no identification I fear to call you unknown because with the assets you contain you deserved to be named Angel comes to mind I wish you were mine Could I take your hand? Could I have your heart? You body is a blessin And has vastly become my main obsession Her walk is so graceful it leaves me in awe Her face leaves me breathless Therefore I shall call you my angel since nothing else comes to mind Where did you come?