Angel Eyes

In the array of the boisterous crowd,

There sits an angel with ocean blue eyes,

She seems to be a blessing in disguise,

I would not be entangled, I had vowed.

The fine, lavish ring I would have endowed,

She is the only valuable prize,

If I did not try, it would be unwise,

If I had took her hand, I would have bowed.

She seemed to be perfect in every way,

Her laughter could pierce a hole in my heart,

Nothing would change, even if she turned grey.

Oh, how much precious treasure I would pay,

Her beauty is congruent to an art,

To see her again, I hope and I pray.