Monday, 4 November 2013

My Angel

 

 

 

 

 

Soft as morning dew

She was a gift from heaven

That long ago springtime

 

We were shy at first

Held hands in the cinema

Then I walked her home

 

Wistful smile, dark eyes

So I called her my angel

She was really mine

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7 comments:

  1. Abelle | The Wows! And Oops! Of Life5 November 2013 at 10:02

    And Sir Old Egg is in love! ;o)

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  2. Josie Two Shoes5 November 2013 at 10:29

    So innocent and beautiful, a wonderful tale of new love! Thank you for another fine contribution to Two Shoes Tuesday, Old Egg!

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  3. Jim5 November 2013 at 11:26

    So lovely, O.E. It sounds like 'young love' at its finest. At least for him.
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    1. Jim5 November 2013 at 11:47

      Nicely fitting the form too, Senryus and haikus are fun to write.

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  4. Anonymous5 November 2013 at 11:41

    Such a sweet remembrance of young and innocent love.

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  5. Unknown5 November 2013 at 14:54

    I was reading your comment on Abell's site and saw that you called your wife Angel... very sweet and touching poem.

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  6. JosephAlsarraf10 November 2013 at 13:30

    Great story, tears! : )

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