Angel requires me to write of love to immortalize the pleasures we have found. I wish to please my love, and so my love to prove, I pluck it from the bush and pick off every thorn. I press it flat and let it dry, Then mount it in a frame and hang it on a wall. The display is appealing, delicate and pleasing, & captivates the eye with colors intricate and bold. Angel requires me to write of love to immortalize the pleasures we have found. I wish to please my love, and so my love to prove, I reach to pull it from the sky, rip it rootless from a pot of gold & with color dripping out both ends, I paint the page with rainbow blood. The display is appealing, delicate and pleasing, & captivates the eye with colors intricate and bold. Angel requires me to write of love to immortalize the pleasures we have found. I wish to please my love, and so my love to prove, I reach, I touch, I grasp and try to hold; I push it toward the page and crush it flat; I pin its tender torso firmly to the sheet & arrange its wings for maximum effect. The display is appealing, delicate and pleasing, & captivates the eye with colors intricate and bold. |