Eyes Of Angel Poem by Louis Borgo

Feathers of dust & charms of weddling windows,
Unheard sound of wisdom,
street with line of mellowing willows,

The cry's of indefinitely breaths of sympathy tales,
of modern days heros,
That fought the sight of mendatation of midnight capabilities,
Structure of liberation's, of a anatomy figure.

The sight are so bright of lights,
loomis within time,
swiss true lyes,
That ridcoulous riddle of due time.

That tangle like new moons of lunesta moodes,
of rules of tides! ! ....

Words fully digestioning,
containing that of words of contracting,
pasting that of satification.
thoughts of wound that every lasting,
That will be the world I never fall from....
'OF HOPE'

Could this be Heaven withness with in her eyes of satification
'Eyes of Angel'

Riddle me this,
Riddle me that,
The view still hasn't change...

Is this true love or a dash of forbidden passion,
hope the gate for me! ! ! !