• foreverseptember 86w

    Angika Singh

    Angika Singh,
    How do I begin,
    To thank you,
    For everything?
    Like a quiet angel,
    Sitting at my table,
    Watching over me,
    Whenever you're able,
    Loyal in subscription,
    You made my mission,
    All the more sweet,
    In every addition,
    Of poetry I'd supply,
    You reflect upon my inward eye,
    I owe you respect,
    For your faith that never dies.