I'll dream
of little angels with tiny wings,
weekend mornings with sleep-ins
until the weaver bird sweetly sings
and i find your coffee cup in the sink
your note on the bathroom mirror in jade colored ink,
and slowly I'll drift through my crazy routine on the cloud,
you give me only by being around
and I'll find joy in little everyday things,
because you always give me my dreams,
of little angels with tiny wings.
*To you,because you love selflessly and make me dream endlessly! xoxoxo
6 comments:
my 2 cents: i think little angels with tiny wings is something hollywood invented, and that is so opposed to the original idea. angels are supposed to be "supermen".
sorry for turning your sweet poem into a thesis for analyzing...lol...i get the point though.
depends on what works for you. You can have your supermen,biceps and all,
and I'll take my little angels with tiny wings.
Beautiful. I'm someone's lil angel with teeny weeny wings, yay! I love it :)
Lovin it!
i ,like your poem.pay me a viit sometime amd tell me what you think about some of my poetry
This is nice. Like all your thought provoking writing. Love. It makes for good inspiration.
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