Have you ever felt so fluttered,
That you need to dream?
I once saw an Angel,
With warm blonde hair and soft cream cheeks.
Freckles were scattered all about the face,
And his eyes were peaceful through his glasses.
Did I mention his tone?
A gentle lilac of laughs and no harm.
His bandanna holds the sweet sweat that lays on his forehead.
Hair pushed back,
And mouth full of silver goodness.
Must I remind you,
This angel wears whatever he wants to wear.
From ugly sweaters, to rugged band shirts.
Hair so blonde,
It hides within his skin.
You look around,
You won't find this type of angel.
This angel seeks peace like any other angel,
But yet differs.
This angel makes me dream soft,
Makes me flutter.