If I wrote a song about you, it would have never ending chords, green eyes that hold me hostage, a vocabulary that's lost for words. Gain function from your 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 incarcerated stitch of feelings, an absconded heart you steal. This story would require sequels, that would go on forever more, you give me the wind 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, crossing paths for certain reasons, heartfelt feelings in change, like the sequence of seasons.
I'm writing this biography about you, the halo about your head, if you are my guardian angel, hang your wings above my bed. Like roots surrounding trees, over time hearts start the tangle, growing strong in this love, as I hold hands.... with an angel. veeplee1
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