I will go to my
wishing well.
And throw in my token,
a special prayer for
you will be spoken.
And that prayer will
be carried on the
wing of a dove.
And the angels
will return and
bring his love.
And the angels
will gather round
your soul.
He`ll send a fragrence
of rose in the air.
When you smell the roses
you will know that hes there...
Cool poem. It's sweet.