An Angel With Love

WHo is this angel that stands before me,
Whose presence commands,
with eyes that look deep?
Without so much,
A physical touch,
My heart is swept clean.
Oh how can it be?
The impossible has shattered,
As my walls bear the strain.
My own self denial
Beginning to wane.
The feeling of new shall never grow old,
Grows from within,
It's roots taken hold.
Who is she, that has touched my own soul?
Touching within,
With a love that grows bold.
She must be an angel,
An angel to keep,
With love so patient
And caring so deep.
She stirs hope within me
And bids me to live.
Taking my heart,
Which freely I give.
Now from my lungs,
A new life thus breathes!
With the promise of love
What can I do but concede.

Fadedspirit 2/3/2008

This wasn't written for anyone special,
It just turned out decent, so I decided to post it.

Thanks MsTeddyBear!

Beautiful poem

Well it is a very good one

Thanks sugarjen!

Awww, thanks TxsGal......much appreciated.

I love the disclaimer at the end Faded. You're right it did indeed turn out "decent".......

Awww thanks LAMom

LOL DKW thanks.....You trying to make me think more?

Thanks for sharing

You're very welcome sealove!

Very nice Spirit...well written.

Thanks Robert.

I think I'm gonna be rich in flowers! woohoo!
Thanks Noden!