an angel born on earth
figure of a human
clothed white, a blinding one
a seraph, a tiny cherubim
an angel from above
i do not believe thee
on all the paintings i see
neither her stories or dreams
where you showed on glimpse
no angels of white
with lyre's of gold bright
no beautiful seraphs singing
and playful cherubims giggling
just a figure of a man
making me smile no one can
made me feel better no effort done
my earth angel, the only one.
>>>marge<<<>
clothed white, a blinding one
a seraph, a tiny cherubim
an angel from above
i do not believe thee
on all the paintings i see
neither her stories or dreams
where you showed on glimpse
no angels of white
with lyre's of gold bright
no beautiful seraphs singing
and playful cherubims giggling
just a figure of a man
making me smile no one can
made me feel better no effort done
my earth angel, the only one.
>>>marge<<<>