Why does your skin feel like a white feather?
You can make me cry with your beautiful, sweet voice singing.
I wish I was special as you are, we could be together.
But you are the kindest phenomenon, you are not a human being.
I just wish humans could notice you in the sky.
Why I can never touch your sexy body again?
This makes me dwell on the old times; they want me to cry.
Our memories gets me going back remembering the pain.
I do not care if I am special or I am not magical.
Spreading love out to this perfect heart of yours.
You are the light of my days, because you are so phenomenal.
Heaven opens its gates to the millions of open jaws.
I am outspoken that I think you are a phenomenal angel?
And forever floating around in the universe.
The most amazing experience of your existence is when you hear, the ringing sound of the holy bells.
Nothing more right here; he is being holy by singing one of his verse.
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Author:
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- Published: April 27th, 2025 02:05
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Comments1
Admiration of another in this poem. Nicely done
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