The First Memoir Of An Imperfect Angel...

 

Her hair, as black as night,

And soft as silk…

 

Her voice, smooth and quiet,

Could make your heart flutter…

 

Just a peek, a sudden glance,

You’d melt like butter…

 

She pretended to love so well,

If she ever was in-love…

No one could really tell…

 

She was to him an angel,

Just not so perfect,

But quite the mixture of Heaven and Hell...

 

 

 

 

 

DISCLAIMER: I wrote this many years ago..