The angels will come down, so is her grace.
The clouds will turn into a cradle,
The stars will turn into a crib toy.
Into dark mode, the skies will go,
And the moon will start its glow,
The nature will become radiant,
For the breeze to compose music, vibrant.
I will hold her hands tight,
Promising to watch over her all night.
Will do so even when she is awake,
As my love for her is not just for the sake.
I will sing her a lullaby,
Holding her in my arms like a baby.
The world will go silent, for her to nap,
While I watch her go to sleep on my lap.
In my love’s lullaby, she’ll sleep all night,
To watch her peaceful face, my nights turn bright.
The angels will go jealous, that is how she is,
Her charm that the whole heavens will miss.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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