A guy i met & few years passed
An angel i met &few years last
Like a rose he was
above all d thorns
like a river he wen on n on
Aware of d prickles he held
As if d power of conjuring he dealt
like a melody he was
Caring,smooth&gentle
Touching a part of uh
The magic dat is only to few
Warm n Gentle ,was his aura
Just like a forest colured wid flora
Smooth as the breeze on a warm day
Cheerful as her child on her birthday
A guy i met n few yrs passed
An angel i met n few yrs last
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