Raffaello � Cherubs
By, Kitty
Tiny angels in thought
Top lip curled
Brow slightly furrowed
Fingers tapping their chins slightly
Chubby cheeks
And pale skin
Only seem to hid
The innocence within
Strands of curly red hair
Each claiming its own personal space
Wide curious eyes
Gaze at a cloudy sky
Small rainbow wings
Flap and twitch
And a deep frustrated sigh
Passes through tight lips
Who will be the next
To receive a love arrow
For you see they have been sent by cupid
And the choices are quite narrow
Most have chose to cast off
The sill emotion called love
From the simple maid in the bar
To your normal average Gov�
So here they continue to think
And continue to ponder
For you see a cherub is quite curious
And their minds tend to wonder
So if you�re waiting for the next arrow
To strike you in the chest,
I tell you now
Not to hold your breath
For the tiny angels
Won�t grant love soon
Perhaps not even
Buy the next full moon