Stranger and Angel
Libra, the scales, Gemini, the twins,
all she missed was a pair of wings
Genesis of love in the month of fools
saw his dove near by the grooves
Pointed chin and aquiline nose,
porcelain skin as white as snow
Resting over her ears, glittering glasses
to refrain from tears, shielding black roses
With spikes and goatee, appeared the devil
His sanguine heart intended no evil
With butterflies in stomach and a pounding heart,
he promenaded with hands in pocket and looked smart
Showed up alone, the Stranger
He called her an angel
Is that why she hid her name?
May be, she thought that he was so lame
Blurred vision, as she walks away
With a broken heart, he says,
“Oh! My daisy!
Lily of the valley!
Bid farewell to the halo, my divine!
Don’t fly again, just be mine”
~ Jason Jasso Jimmy