My Angel

My Angel

Her honey hazel eyes,
brighter than the morning sun.
Her soft, sweet lips,
Softer than the moon light
on a cool summer night.

Her smooth, sesitive skin,
velvety soft to the touch.
Her hair the scent of Jasmines
right after the rain.

Her spirit is as free as an eagle
soaring through the clouds.
Her soul is like a river
peacful and deep.

Is she an angel from up above ?
Could she be my angel ?
Or is she ?

P.S. this poem is dedicated to (well was dedicated to my gf) now ex gf. But I still dedicated it to her even tho we are not together anymore. This is my first draft and I would not really want change it, be easy on me when your rating it.