The Haunted Token of Love

A little delicate miracle Moving, giggling, laughing Its little fingers Rise in the air To catch the unknown To feel the intangible Its little curious eyes roll And glow sometimes As if he had seen The invisible Pretty little smiles Appear on his face As if an angel Has descended to cuddle Its soft body In its divine embrace ---------------- O my little angel How cute you look! How pretty, how innocent Those looks are! You cannot see me So what’s that which makes you Smile? Stretch your little arms? Giggle as if you have seen A wonder? How I long for your warm breath How I miss your sweet voice Yet all that I can have Is these cherished moments Of sorrow and joy Bestowed on my by the Almighty To imagine I can hear the sweet Melodies of your voice To imagine I can feel the soft petals Of your face And wet them with my dewy tears To imagine I can sing lullabies For you to take you into dreams Where you can know That there is someone here Who sees, who cares, who loves…