This poem is not about what is written, but what is not written like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace has your garments of thread gone out of time has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme have you been cast from your lovers heart or are you just looking to start over with brand new start has clouds silver lining rained upon your dream has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams time stands still amidst wondering thought time stands still when lovers cant be sought
