When Angels Sing

Listen to his voice low and deep.

Shhhh Nobody make a peep.

Listen as the words flow.

Watch as his heart of gold starts to glow.

He sings his heavenly melody.

Having this voice should me a  feleny.

Because it's full of so much grace.

His memory is something I could never erase.

His song lingers in my head.

Even after I go to bed.

So I dream of my angels song.

But in my heart is where it truely belongs

 

Author's Note

I got the insperation for this poem when I was listening to my bf sing (:

Reviews

[Eleanor]

Sweet:)

[afra]

awwwww so sweet ....well done