If I was to touch you…
Would you smile at me?
And would you take my hand…?
If I were an angel…
Would you play with me in the sand…?
If we were walking and
Feathers fell from my pocket…
Would you walk on them…?
Or would you save them
And put them in your locket…
If we turned and looked
Into each others eyes…
Would you just see a man…?
Or would you see an angel
With tears in his eyes…
And when our lips would embrace…
Would you just taste honey…?
Or would your heart
Melt and race…
If I was to give a butterfly a kiss…
Would you laugh at me…?
Or would you wrap your arms around me
With a love that you could not resist…
And what if I said;
“I am an angel”
What if…
The ancient kings of Whitehawk were all too aware of the temptation of magic. They could feel its threat, a presence in their courts, a serpent slithering at their feet, even entering into their beds.
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Born of their seeds, kingdom will rise against kingdom, one will hold great mysteries, one will turn the tide and one will not be bound. War is fought, not only on the field but also within the mind. Nothing is what it seems take nothing for granted.
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What if…
I am no angel
Just a silly me
What then..
Would you still just "Like" me
Or would you laugh at me…?
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Tinka
This is very nice and warm...
Hugs,
Trixie
Water Dove *~*~*~*~
Sandie Angel :o)
An excellent piece!!
Your green-eyed cat