She Waits Poem by Tear Of An Angel S.R.B.W.

Behold but a beam of golden light

within the eyes of an angel

oh precious moonlight

The nightingale sings in high pitched breeze

An angel has been redeemed

Stands the quill within my hand

But oh how

The ink is red

With every ounce of my being

I tremble inside

Standing upon the shore

Watching the tide

If I am to see you go under

My last breath I will draw

With you into asunder

Keep looking forward to the horizon fair

My love my love

You will find me there

Death can not separate a love so true

Death shall never separate me from you

Hell has no boundaries

And Heaven is made for love so true

Just think of me

And I will see you through

My love my love

I love you



S.R.B.W.