A promenade of an Angel
A promenade of an angel,
The flowers sprinkled for another flower's arrival,
Her face conquers the brightness of moon,
Every word she sheds will be the birth of poetry,
My language pants to portray her graceful mien,
A European rose mystifies those eyes,
They've forgotten themselves when they felt
the savor from her silk woven hair,
They crawl to hold her foot,
Her glories will revitalize everything
Dolores O'Riordan - My beloved girl
With love,
- Saro Lee