The Last Lost Angel

The one girl, she defines feminity with pure soul...

Pure soul, that the blink of her eyes, has more grace ...

More grace than her wet hair that smells like Jasmine...

Jasmine petals is her smoother fingers, colored blue..

Bluer than her pearl eyes, the pearls are her smiles..

Smiles!! everytime her innocence in my presence..

Presence of her palm warm in mine..

Mine is she..tells my heartbeat ...

Heartbeats together would be breaking heavens..

Heaven is only a past now...

Now, no other girl can be that woman..

Woman the Last Lost Angel...

Angel in that one, the one girl...