Angel

Angel
by Poet Ron

Oh! Angel of mine,
What do you do all day?
How, the girl had smitten me.

I must now eat my meals out of a can.
Hide if you can.
Two sad eyes across the room.

Grapes in the summertime make me sleepy.
Why does my heart break with such confusion?
No one can understand me.

Oh! angel of mine,
What you do to me all the time,
Take a sip of grapes,

Look at the stars, and feel a shiver up my spine...

© 2013 -14 Ronald J Chapman