Sit upon a snow angels wing as she might gentaly pick the rose <br />who dare stand against this wintery weather <br />She looks up at me with eyes so beautiful they dare not close <br />She looks at me with eyes so clever <br /> <br />I ask her hand so we might kiss <br />Upon this she does not retreat <br />So i take the oppertunity i would not miss <br />until alas our lips meet<br /><br />Him Name<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-snow-angels-wing/
