Annabel Lee

Long time ago, there was a decent yellowed dress

woman who capture her love her compassion her

beauteous in thin air and wind of warm breeze, she

closed her feathered eyes of her soft and tender

looking angel pale face of heaven, her spirit her soul

was fulfilled, how beautiful she is, Annabel Lee

When you sat down next to the wealthy and healthy

tree of joy and hope, looking up to the full dazzling

and uproarious moon and stars on the sparkled and

diamond sky of love, she dream something good

and vibrant of her healing life, that's my favorite

young Annabel Lee

She has taken her hand on her chest of pride, she

actually twirl around and around in the cemetery

park herself by day and by night, when she open

her easy going eyes, she felt in love in her heartbeat

sound gracefully, she and I re-united once more, we

live together, we grow old together, we die in peace

together in a flesh, that's my Annabel Lee

Written by

Michael James Brindley

7-17-15