Angel of Allure

As I look up to the sky,
the clouds circulate
to form your pretty face.

The rain that descents upon me
is the tears from your eyes,
as diamonds fall from the sky.

The sun that dances among the day
is your smile from the shadows
upon the acres of meadows.

The thunderstorms that proceed
are the words you teach,
you feed even out of reach.

The Angel of Allure
to spread from the above
showers of endless love.

©Heather M Craig