1 year ago. May 9, 2023 at 8:36 PM
Her and God must be in cahoots, an Angel with Illinois roots and her pants tucked in her boots. This is something my heart salutes as I can hear the other Angels play heavenly flutes. As long as I love one of God's recruits, I could care less what the world pollutes. Bourbon brown eyes that can only be made in an exurban area of heaven. I'm drawn to the way her long brown hair reminds me of a newborn fawn running across a springtime lawn. A sincere smile shinning as if it was heaven's chandelier. An angel who makes me feel as if I can persevere like a heavenly charioteer.