I watch your face.
Expressionless, Emotionless, Motionless.
No smile, no grin, just sleep.
I say I'll give you this...
No! That dream.
Tis sweeter.
You turn touching me.
You are warm, I'm cold.
You continue as if I'm not there.
When morning comes, you'll run.
Won't even say thank-you.
You never do.
Yet I'll watch you tomorrow and tomorrow again!
For I'm your guardian angel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe in guardian angels and am somewhat familiar with mine, a female spirit, loving and caring. I know she likes feeling appreciated so your poem rings true with me. Thanks for writing it, and well done. Brevity is always best, in my book; you said a lot in a few lines.