Angel

I found in the room with me such a vision that I was compelled to write a picture of her.

Gazing at a sight of splendor;
Beauty found so soft and tender.
Look at her!!!
Eyes wide, contained as diamonds.
O’ that they would gaze upon me.
Bare silk skin, bathed in the heat of a raging sun,
I am caught like a deer in the shine of her hair.
Golden. As refined as the purest pearl.
Lips that take my footing; O’ that they would embrace mine.
Would I survive the kiss of an angel?
Do I care??