Angelic

Angelic
By: Caleb Mark Hendricks


An artist could never recreate
The beauty washed upon your face
No symphonic could compose
The music flowing through your soul
The gentle texture of your skin
That quirky dimple when you grin
I close my eyes to picture you
And always pray an image true
If I could catch a falling star
I'd watch your beauty from afar
And offer a sacrifice of praise
To the God that placed it in your face.