Down beneath the heavens,
Where the green grass grows,
Lives a girl,
Who’s more beautiful then she knows.
Her smile is like a dove,
As it sparkles in the night,
The way she moves,
More radiant then bright,
When the sun shines,
Across her face,
It shines with,
Her Monday morning grace,
Please take me there,
Please show me,
My love and my light,
My one and only.
Cole Topp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-77/
