Angel

ANGEL

My Angel light. My Angel fair

Your color- silver, my color-bright crimson

Your day- careless, mine- ever somber

Your dearth- eternal, mine- preexistent

My Angel light. My Angel fair

Your bird- the starling, mine- the owl

Your voice is tender, mine- slightly hoarse

When you get cold, I’ll cover you with snow

My Angel light. My Angel fair

Your wings are fluffy, mine- misshapen

Your sun is like honey, my stars- like wormwood

But it’s already early for you, and for me it’s still late