The lone angel rests under the tree <br />with her auburn legs crossed <br />and a black journal on her lap. <br />She writes of the invigorating day <br />as it progresses past its midpoint. <br /> <br />She is absolutely stunning. <br />Her magnificent amber hair, <br />enrapturing hazel eyes, <br />and dazzling ivory smile <br />make her beauty overwhelming; <br />So overwhelming that I’m caught <br />in her inescapable paralysis. <br /> <br />My heart flings into my chest <br />like a racket ball hitting the wall. <br />My body tingles with the sentiment <br />of immense amorousness <br />as I sink into my castle in spain. <br /> <br />She looks over at me and analyzes <br />my dumbfounded presence. <br />Cursed by uncertainty, I tremble <br />and shrink down to four feet tall. <br />She attempts to harbor a snicker <br />as I tremble and shrink again... <br />this time to a lowly two feet tall! <br /> <br />Perhaps tomorrow I’ll be ready! <br />Because tomorrow I'll remember <br />not to drink coffee when I see her!<br /><br />Michael Fischer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lone-angel-under-the-tree/
