Thursday, October 7, 2010

When An Angel Cries...

A tear scores a line down her cheek,

As I look to my baby's eyes.

A havoc on my soul does wreak,

Whenever my Angel cries.



Her look is so open, as is her heart,

In her love I am never alone.

In distance we're doomed to be apart,

Much trouble endured on our own.




If I were a clown I would paint her face,

With colours of a happier hue.

Upon red lips, a smile I would place.

And of sadness there would be so few.




If I could conjure up some tricks,

I'd place happiness behind those eyes.

And in her heart I would place a mix,

Of love and wistful sighs.



I reach out for her soul to keep,

And as I do, I wonder why,

It was heard in Heaven's weep,

The sound of an Angel's cry.