The name is an angel
And he is the protector
The one by your bedside at night
And in your dreams of the moonlight
But still whispers at you in your ear
And calling you beautiful in your heart
You start to flutter and then your eyes start to sparkle.
YOU ARE READING
To me, To You, To the rose petals, And To The Moon
PoetryThe lonely nights turn into tears and you remind me in a dream of how much I love to love you and not to be amidst when the air feels so cold that there is none but time controls the past and to live in the present means to accept the past for what...
