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, would go on forever more, you give me the
strength in flying, allowing these wings to soar.
If I wrote a poem about you, describing an angel
from above, every sentence explaining your beauty, a
gorgeous heart full of love. Think of the high mountain
you climbed, crossing paths 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,
overtime hearts start to tangle, growing strong in this
love, as I hold hands......with an angel. `VeepLee`
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