The shadow of the Angel......

In the darkest of the nights, glimmers her face,
As the mist, drops in from the sky playing silent fiddle
To the chillness of the night, perturbed by warmth.
Warmth that's unparalleled by the hot springs;
The golden cheeks inducing envy into the horizons as
Losing yourself appears so gracious if it is to her 'eyes'-
Which show you her ears,that u instantly wanna kiss-
With caution, that u don't slide down her nose;
Shame on you ! roses-you envy the color of her lips and
Proud of the velvet that bows to their softness
How long is the course, of the black river that falls as her hair,
On her shoulders-the soft boulders, comforting you;
With the lap that accomodates your head in luxury while,
Her fingers that play violin in the air as they direct you,
Towards her feet that wear the anklets you chose,
Which sadly jingle as she walks away for the night
Casting a shadow that is long,
The shadow of the angel. . . . .