Monday, March 16, 2015

Reign of the Angel

I haven't told you that day,
Because I didn't know how to say.
Nature gave me the signs,
Of the angel and her reigns.

Haven't felt so pleasant,
The sun seemed like a moon in crescent.
Cloud means a state of worry,
But from the sky it gave me merry.
Whistling wind in my ears,
Whispering there are no more fears.

I didn't  interpret the sign,
Till you told me that you're mine.
Now it won't take a minute for you to turn around,
And I'll be just be two steps behind!

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