the light, those whose <br />wings are kind <br />the purpose i was <br />sent to live <br />my heart pounding <br />so hard as the sound of <br />a hot river stream <br />flowing through my <br />body, the wierd expression <br />the sight of being blind, <br />the stress that once made mistake <br />regain its consiousness <br />for who i give my <br />crying tears for who i thank <br />so much that life <br />itself repaired. i only <br />wished that i net you before, <br />wishing to feel you <br />hug you and being on <br />your side. love its self <br />never is the same <br />with out you, my pure <br />angel stay with me <br />till my end<br /><br />Andres Gonzalez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/guardian-13/
