Tuesday, January 26, 2010

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.

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