July 25, 2010


you must be an angle without wings
to put up with all of my brothersome things
my angle , my love , my sometimes weary heart
what others hated about me you love those parts
i look at u & see a creation so divine
to think you have captured this heart of mine
how could i not love you with all that i am
you are the steady i need for my trembling hand
so honest , true and caring you are
my night in shining armour or my shooting star
you simply must be an angle without wings !

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