Angels come and angels go,
some are as beautiful as first winters snow.
But when one grabs onto your heart
letting go is the hardest part.

Her voice is soft , fills me with so much passion
Her beauty churns my heart into fashion.
Her face is sweet, nothing but beauty from head to feet.
Her lips are tender and skin baby smooth,
When we kiss my heart is soothed.

As waves crash and mountains crumble,
Angels like her god will rarely fumble.

How lucky am I to have found one he did,
She makes me feel just like a kid.
A feeling I have so longed to feel
A feeling thank god is real.