by Ingrid de K
In My Heart
Nested deep within my heart
my angel lies, curled up,
on a bed of soft white feathers.
And as he dozes off, lulled
by the sound of my voice,
my love for him grows
with every second passing.
He travels with me,
no matter where I go.
Whenever I feel lost or lonely,
I only have to place my hand
upon my chest
to feel his presence
there.
Submission date : 2009-08-09
Last edit : 2009-08-09
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