Fallen Angel Poem by Jamie Walker

Me being with you is like seeing the first flowers break through the dense snow,
Like seeing the trees bursting with reds. oranges and yellows.
And feeling warmth rush through my veins,

I know you feel the same yet dont know how to express it
When you touch me its like the heat of the sun is in your hands,
When I lean on you I feel like I am part of you,
I think of fire and ice but all i feel for you is fire

And whenever I talk to you and think of you,
I lose everything in my mind except that you care for me,
I see you're face and think of the words you speak to me,
Like a Fallen Angel