Angels Love

You stand on a boat,
floating on an ocean azure.

You stare at the sunrise,
an orange in a clear, blue bowl.

You speak to me,
a voice as clear and pure as the wind.

You look at me,
eyes as green as a field in the Summer.

You sing to me,
a song so happy it is sung from the very Earth herself.

You love me,
a love so pure and real none can compare.