A Poem by Mythangelo
April 8, 2004
She sat by her pillow in her nights of sweet slumber,
She lay in her arms when the world was all wonder.
She was given to her by the one she adored,
by the one who had sworn to protect her before.
When she laughed and she cried, she was there by her side,
She was hers when she laughed, even more when she cried.