With the rain bouncing off my window outside on a sunny summers’ day
Creates a streak of multiple colors


It makes me wonder if I will ever meet “him”.






Him….

The one whom has baby soft skin with the face of an angle
One whose eyes can make me wonder if magic and mystical creatures really still do exist among this cold, dreadful world.




Him….

The one who’s voixe sings like a million angles, entertaining the Lord with each word that is spoken from his lips
Who can cheer me up even when the world seems to be crashing down on me.




Him….

The one who will one day,
Hopefully,
Walk into my world.