My Angel Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

Speachless at the stage, speachless
As the bench is on soundless sit
Eyes are on a talk, strange talk
As if I was in vala' garden of red

A driver of eyes was at all angles
But was bumped into a summer cage
Was this a ball, eye ball in a goal net
That flooded a triumph vala red gate

A bright red face is on the gate
Over there is red carpet, this face
And then eyes, red eyes collided
This is a first sight meet Said I

The angel of my heart, is red heart
And picked red lips smile, spread it, spread it to me
With a freshly red paint, I painted
And walk undisappearing heart red

Such a wonderful moment of such day
But was a solemn in nature
For situations went mixing in air
Like a clear solutionin the solvent of an eye

So is my angel going to lift up
That would fly that red heart again
As she scrambles over it
Due to a far reach of my hand
And she made herself last inside

Tires, if tires were not fastened
But then fastened my heart of red
That flew wobbling, wobbling her hands
In the air that wave at me
They went like a tree, red tree garden

Quit breaking, breaking in I did
As vehicle of red covered with bread
And simple my heart went wider deep
With my hands up
Raising them for my angel
And she is invisible in the garden of red