The angel of my heart
12/ 02/ 2019 - Tuesday The angel of my heart There in her arms lies a golden embrace, One that erases the scars of my falls, And dry my rejection rivers of nature. Her heart is a fountain of solid grace, And my heaven of delight in times of tempest. Her eyes of romance never grow dim, They are light enough to melt my vanity, She has a voice of a calm, refreshing morning breeze, Which deeply blows off the dark snares of mine, And still make my mountains a walk in the park. She and him, partnered with the creator for my existence, Her ears bear a palace that attend to all my entreaty, She rebukes my filthy traits with a mild rod, In her womb I rested for the entire 9 months, And on her bosom I feasted for the entire childhood. How have I deserved such an angel? With pure eyes of dazzle? Full of innocent touches of polished and smooth soul? Even in grey hair, I still smile tranquil in her arms, She ’s an angel of my heart - one t