My Angel

Golden stalks
Spreaded over her
Tender body

Climbing and
Reclimbing everywhere

Her feet were
Not "Bound"
But still fits
cindrellas sandal

Oh!

Her sparkling eyes
Pushing and pulling
Me into troubles

Her voice
Rhythms amd Rhymes
Unto my soul
Filling bliss

Is she
My Little Angel,
A Friend or
A Fiend??