Angel of my dreams

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Angel of my dreams

If I were to emphasize, she, how would she be,
Big black eyes mimicking nature as it sees,
Chins and cheeks, skiing upheld and upright,
Like a voyager gleams to the paddle of the tide.

If I were to emphasize, she, how would she be,
A notion of love, that stays in a child’s heart, whilst the cruel world,
Playful and reckless, like scattering clouds, whilst time’s wrathful deceit,
Like soft winter-laden ice crystals, with charm, even noble sprinkle of fall can’t stupor, a face,
That chuckle merrily, under my shoulders, whilst terror and desolation.

If I were to emphasize, she, how would she be,
Like a royal horse that treads charismatic, with decent steps, sturdy and blissful
Snout, boasting a little curve and red lips, ripened with values to behold,
Soulful, a voice, that shall preach cuckoos to hum harmonious,
White frock, full and spread, and braided long hair, romancing the bosom of hers.

If I were to emphasize, she, how would she be,
A hummingbird, as light to flee, into the harmless wind, like cotton,
A dignified lady, deepened with much integrity and purity to instigate,
As exquisite, that wonders would gaze in wonder and, proud stars shall envy.

The canvas I pictured, flaunts dreamily with everything, but life,
She is cute, an illusional beauty, the soul imprints, through the robust eyes of mine,
I see her sing, dance and love, but realise it’s all a lie,
She doesn’t exist, I feel panting, or maybe,
But maybe, she does and I’ll narrate someday,
These dreams I had of an angel, glancing into a pair of big black eyes.

Angel of my dreams,
– Shane
©jacintoshane

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