A poem for a lover.
|I wish I could swim but sadly,
I swim I the tears that lace my face
Don't swim, my Rachy, swim in the ocean
For your sweet face is comely
And your smile is alive.
As beautiful as the Angels that never left the skies.
You're a jewel, you are a gem.
You are a Rachael that makes the diamond jealous.
You are the girl that makes the sweetest smiles
The music in your voice can make him dance
Even if he's dead.
The glint in your eyes will make him disarm death.
I wish I could have a heart like yours,
So big, it makes your chest large
I'm sure it's made of gold
For its glimmer shows in your eyes.