There is an angel in my heart.
She is beautiful
and so loving and sweet..
Yet I can hear her
weeping sometimes
inside my chest
She wants to be allowed
out of me
To let everyone see her.
But I keep her captive there,
She is my very private angel.

People can see only
the worldly old tough me.
the one who doesn't
take wooden nickels.
The man who never cries.
With a Missouri
show me attitude

But then sometimes
When the night is long
and quiet.
And the Moonlight blooms
through the starlit window.
you are lay beside me
You are  so beautiful
and full of your
feminine softness.

I let her out
Only for you to see her.
She changes the glow
of the gentle moonlight
that outlines your body.
She frames your hair
like a halo.

She softens my voice.
It loses all my
masculine hardness
Almost to a gentle whisper,
I say stupid things.
That the tough old me
would never say.

Like
I love you honey.
you are the most
beautiful thing in my life.
And I love you
so very much honey.
and
I was blessed the day
I found you.
I do not think
I could make it
Without you.

She makes me
gentle and loving.
It must be some kind
of Angel magic.

But then as the morning
yawns sunlight into
our bedroom window.
I put my angel
into her prison again
And get ready to face
the garish world.
For just one more day.