Words of Time: A Collection of Poems Throughout The Years

My Angel

My sweet, sweet angel is going to fly away,

In the wind I can see her wings, starting to sway.

I want her to come back to me so much,

But I'm afraid to use, my sense of touch.

She is an angel, beautiful in every way,

I will always love her, each and everyday.

She moves with grace that I've never seen before,

Now I long for her love, a little bit more.

Her long brown hair flows gently in the air,

But at such beauty, I should not stare.

As she speaks and her sweet voice reaches my ear,

I sit in my corner, brewing one big tear.

Then without warning my big tear gives way,

With her still floating, yet nothing to say.

I look into her beautiful brown eyes, as my tear dries,

Then emotion comes over her and she begins her cries.

Her tears like pearls then drop towards the ground,

As she makes a beautiful, crying sound.

No matter what she does, she will be perfect to me,

Because through my eyes an angel is all that I see.

Now our tears are shed and our sadness is gone,

Turning the page and moving our life right on.

We look at each other and become happy at the same time,

Me noticing that the light coming from her is lemon lime.

My darkness is then gone, because her light has won,

Then our hearts merge together and they become one.