Angel
A smile from you is gold to me,
A laugh of yours I'll never leave.
I'll write until my wish comes true,
Do you see me like I see you?
Your soul is as precious as roses,
As beautiful as snowflakes on noses.
Under that skin, inside your heart,
Can that be what I'll be apart?
The words you say I won't forget,
Nor your image my dear brunette.
I'll write until we start to make,
The memories, the ones I won't forsake.
A smile formed on your pretty face,
The steps you make that can you trace.
One thing for sure I know will be,
Is this poem, to you from me.
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