Short Love Poems & Short Love Poetry

Visions of an Archangel

Eyes offrosty glaze and beauty,
Ears that now hear words of truth.
Trust, no longer all in vain,
Thoughts of thee, my glimmer of hope.
A touch that holds so much distant
Yet, is present within my heart.
Do I pray a prayer that now holds an answer?
I say I do... and believe it to be true.

I long so for physical contact
And hang like a scared cat
Upon a tree-
These eyes speak with liberty,
they long so to create a storm within your soul...
To visit the day when feverfew
Is no longer searched for.
The frosty glaze has turned
To beautiful blown glass-
To be admired and untouched by hand
But by a tender heart such as thine.

The sand within my heart
holds abrasives no more,
but now, an Archangel,
with wings of soft cotton,
a halo, the colors of the rainbow,
a heart filled
with the warm oils of love.
And...
the smell of a fresh meadow
that sings to thee
a song of my desire!