The angels sang a song
the day he was born from
the heavens above. He
spoke words of love when
he was just young. Poetry
dripped off his silken poetic
tongue. His heart is pure as
organic fruit. His hands have
done no harm to anyone. They
make love to whatever they
touch. They can heal the broken
and bent. They can heal scars
and cuts. When he was born
heaven knew he'll be her chosen
one* ~