Angel of loving

 is it the chance
the last that will come
the hope of my waiting
loving rest shared by some

can time be near
my past years
dreams come true
seeing loves beauty
these visions softly you

to display as crimson
thoughts to be seen
in imaginations wonderment
knowing now this is no dream

extending my hand
to the reach of your touch
while lingering breaths of
emotions do such

to warm the mind
resting a souls long search
for this angel of loving
lost as whispers in church