Sunday, January 08, 2012

My Favourite Spot


My Favourite Spot


When the angels come,
I shall expire at last.
But upon my last breath
I shall declare.

In all the places,
That I'd ever been,
The most magnificent views,
Were nothing, compared to you.

The most wonderful sound,
Was that of your voice,
A scent of pure perfection,
Was that of your skin.

And my favourite spot,
Was right by your side,
My lover, my friend,
You were the light of my life.