Thousand Words Campaign: 30

Heaven

Her smile is pure and her soul is pretty

Her innocence shines like lights in the city

Her touch is tender although the grain is gritty

Her truth on her sleeve even when it’s not trendy

She is an angel.

Her gestures are discrete while her love is ocean deep

Her potential is incomplete with grass lying at her feet

Her fall is like leaves and that is why she’s admired by trees

Her growth never ends and she cries with a grin

She is your angel.

Her daddy is her day and art’s the guiding star this night

Her mother’s strawberry style’s the reason she bears fruit this ripe

Her parents blind love type leaves her a hybrid hue dancing in zebra stripes

Her family is knit tight, giving last pennies and never a blink twice

She is their angel.

Her eyes are hopeful and her kisses are committed

Her temperature’s never timid and her speech isn’t spinach

Her walk is Parisian and her stride is the epitome of physics

Her Congress is comedy but her sex is never Senate

She is my angel.

Her honey is the sweetest thing that I’ve ever tasted

Sent from the sun when faith’s fortress was forsaken

The embers of my existence burn with the evening sky

Since hell has no high it is only right that I had to die

To meet my angel.

by Wally.Vega

~ by Wally.Vega on August 31, 2009.