Angel

Pretty blue eyes,
Flowing white hair.
Wherever she walks,
The world stops to stare.

Poised on her toes,
She takes her first flight.
Dusted in snow,
Still glowing so bright.

Cupid bow lips,
Of a light garnet red.
Light as a feather,
With kevlar of lead.

What sort of creature,
Could she perhaps be?
Her future is far,
What can she foresee?

Reviews

[zainul]

This is a very lovely poem.
I love its splendid rhyming.
Hope to read more of your works.

[Imogen.E]

Thank you very much for reviewing this poem. As you can see, it's only my first and I'm glad you want to see more :)

[zainul]

You are most welcome,lovely poet.
The first impressed me.
I hope new works will impress all.
Keep up the good work.