Here is the poem ... it is a story actually , dedicated to you all . Hope you'll like it .
The Angel
There is an angel without white wings
Who sits in a window and gently sings
I watch the angel , I watch her tears
Since I was a kid , over twenty years .
I never dared to go and say good bye
Or sit next to her and ask “why do you cry ?”
Today she was in her garden , so sweet ,
Walking on the grass with her bare feet
She kneeled and took a flower
That was wet from her morning shower
I made a noise , she turned around .
I saw her eyes that were so brown …
She looked at me , and smiled , but ran away
The flower fell to the ground and there it lay
I took it in my hand and held it to my chest
To feel the warmth of the body who got me obsessed
Now I see her daily and still don’t dare to talk
Afraid that she’ll scare and walk .
I have butterflies in my stomach , I feel not good at all
Everyone is worried , but my sickness is called love
An angel conquered my heart , my soul my mind at once
When I walk near her house my head starts to bounce
I don’t know what to do , how to tell her what I feel ?
She will think I’m nuts , she’ll say my words are not real .
I dress and leave the house , I’ve thought all night
I will go and show her that to love is right
Taking deep breaths I enter her garden and knock on the door
She opens , and seeing me drops her juice on the floor
She wants to close the door , I stop her with a touch
I look at her and whisper “I love you so much …”
She is shocked , and quiet . I’m waiting for an answer
We look at each other , and she jumps , like a dancer
In my arms , she hugs me and her touch is warm
I hold her to my chest , she grips on my arm
“My knight , I knew you’d come” she says taking my hand
It’s like a fairytale , where nothing is as planned
I then remember about the story of a bewitched girl
Who was the keeper and guardian of a pearl
Who gave her life to a mortal and was cursed to never feel and love again
Until someone will fall for her , and then the freedom she’ll regain
This is my fairytale , she’s the princess , I’m her knight
We broke the spell together and this is our night
If you’ll ever hear about a princess who got saved by the power of love ,
Just remember that her name was Sara and his name was Greg .
I should give you one too. *sits on thinking chair* Ummm... Naz-ania? :lol: I'm sorry, I'm just starving and I'm thinking of lasagna.