Who?
his hair like gold
his eyes like sapphires
his skin like marble
his auora angelic
who is this man
i dream about
but never seeming to know,
know so well yet not at all
in my head yet just an illusion
he is real just there is a wall between us
like satan between us and God holding us back
we will talk sometime and learn.
by: ehlana lingerfelt
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