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Radiant


She’s pretty like a flower, maybe a rose. And I imagine she would look radiant with a bright smile if I proposed. So fresh, so clean and like a brick she’s upbuilding. What an example for the younger ones and me. Giving Satan a positive answer that all the angels can see. What else can I say about this sister. Only met yesterday, but yet I miss her. Leaving a lasting impression like a new born son. And in amongst this vast multitude, she’s number one. Really nice and kind, shining so brightly I may end up blind. But alas! As of yet she isn’t mine.
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