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Okay some more soft and gentle stuff - I promise, I have just written some very very dark stuff and some sniper poetry, but until then


That of an angel

There is no beauty
Like that of an angel
No softness
That compares to her wings

Floating effortlessly
Evil dares not to dwell
Anyplace she goes
Even better, she barley knows

How her touch, heals my weary soul
Her eyes brighten a room
She solves the worlds problems
One smile at a time

A face that defines beauty
Her fine hair gently flows
With Big brown doe eyes
Innocence is evident

The Sweetness in her voice - confirms
Southing and without contempt
A little girl quality
In the body of a woman

She is all that is good
On the green earth
How could I, not be the victor
With God's most divine creation on my side