The luminescent yellow light filters through the serene clouds,
and sets upon her.
It places her on a pedestal of purity, poise and prettiness;
her hair wavers.
The soft gust of wind stirs her crimson locks, so that each speckle of sunlight
dances on every red strand.
Beneath her, every strand of grass quivers with tranquility, unparalleled with
the periwinkle sky.
Her blue eyes sparkle with love, warmth and something unworldly.
She is an angel.
He turns his head towards her, and his affection covers her in a
blanket of love.
She is protected. She stares into his green eyes and envelopes in his arms,
that comfort her.
His reassuring hand pushes a strand of hair away from her eyes, and he kisses her
with all of his heart.
She is an angel.
She is…but she isn't mine.
Draco Malfoy