Sweet Dreams

Nov 14, 2007 - 12:24 PM PST

Childish fights pass irritations
A muscled physique owns observations
Clean to the bone bites the teeth of love
God has given me this Angel from above
Although her eyes see significant others
She sleeps a beauty under the covers
A troubled mind some to have thought
I stare too thin so not to be caught
Her blaze and glory go down with a fight
Her beauty of mind carries with flight
Grows so deep and a burden it seems
I wish I could see her beautiful dreams