His eyes,
They follow,
Expecting...
I touch his face-
Your innocent without
Knowing it.
My Angel
The shadows gather
And he warms me
Thrills,
Holds me,
His eyes are dark,
My Angel
My soul it trails,
hoping, expecting,
Dreaming...
My Angel
Alyce Crowley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-angel-8/
