I saw my Angel
A moment of clarity in a man's life.
My life was fine.
My life was plain.
My heart was empty.
Till one day.
I saw my angel.
The one I could love.
She was so close.
Yet so far away.
She stood in a crowd.
Could she notice me?
I walked on by,
So slowly by.
She smiled politely.
I wanted to scream.
“Your beautiful!”
“Could you be mine?”
She is my Angel,
Could she love me?
Just the way I am.
I straighten my collar.
I know it sounds lame.
But we had to meet her.
For I saw my forever
On her lovely face.
I asked her to dance.
Once on the floor
I knew we could be together.
Forever and a day,
In a music beat.
As my heart learned to beat.
Authors Notes
This poem is from my heart for someone forever special. Please feel free to comment and follow my writing. I write on many topics that come from the mind, the heart and my soul.
Thank you for reading, Bruce Curle.
About the Creator
Bruce Curle `
A Fifty something male that enjoys writing short stories, scripts and poetry. I have had many different types of work over my lifetime and consider myself fairly open minded and able to speak on many topics.
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