Saint
Her voice as note
her whispers as song
her laugh without vote
she's my angle my great lot
started my worship in a temple of her eyes
sanctified her as my bible
recite her as my verse's
illuminate my darkness
she's my angle..no comparable.
Copyright © Obay Alkhoffash | Year Posted 2007
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