If I wrote a song about you, it would have never
ending chords, green eyes that hold me hostage, a
vocabulary that's lost words. I gain rhythm, words
cherished from end to start, your the drummer holding
drumsticks, an orchestrated beat to my heart.
If I wrote a novel about you, it would contain a love
that's real, an an incarcerated stitch of feelings, an
absconded heart you steal. This story would require
sequels, they would go on forever more, you guide my
wings in flying, allowing these wings to soar.
If I wrote a poem about you, description of angels
from above, every sentence explaining your beauty, a
gorgeous heart full of love. Think of the hard road you
have traveled, paths cross for certain reasons, heartfelt
feelings in change, like the sequence of seasons.
I'm writing this biography about you, the halo bout
your head, if you are my guardian angel, hang your wings
above my bed. Like roots surrounding trees, over time
hearts start to tangle, growing strong in this love, as I...
..hold hands with an angel. ~VeepLee
©veep
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