Men's love a fata morgana,
Like the game of La liga santanda
They hunt you like a diamond trophy
Just to hang you in their gallery to rust.
They are a colorful balloon
That promises you the moon
Yet on your way up they deflate your heart
While it ascends as a hissing cart.
But when an angel loves you
You'll dream of an onyx paradise,
Still wake to a dream come through.
Your bed laid in the bossom of bliss.
I'm an angel sent to your prayers
After your dance with icy players
I come bearing love as an offering
To pin your heart lost in hovering.
Lay your head under my wing
Take my word as a crystal ring
For with me true love is defined,
Real as gold perfectly refined.
23/04/19
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem