Poetry

If angels are beautiful,
Then you must be an angel.
Or better yet, a goddess.
The definition of coolness.
This I do confess.
And for this reason.
All through the season.
Am your slave, lock me in your prison.
For you, I give up my kingdom.
Take my weapon.
And my freedom.
But in return; grant my wishes,
Please, keep speaking to my ears.
Keep holding my hands.
Grace my lips with your kisses.
Keep walking beside me.
Allow my eyes your lovely sight.
My wishes are but light.
Yet would mean the world to me.
If you would.