You thought I was an Angel, who’d crashed to earth someway.
You’d’ pick up the broken pieces, patch my wings for both of us.
You soon came to love me in a sweet and tender way.
You prayed I was an Angel that God had sent to stay.
You wrapped your love around me, like the sweetest of love songs.
You thought I was an Angel, I could do no wrong.
Well, Angels come from Heaven and that’s where they belong.
Not hear on earth reading you this poem.
But, if Angels where among us, then I know one would be you.
For there is a special kind of magic in everything you do.
From the sweet smile on your lips, to the soft stroke of your hands;
To the way your eyes light up with love, each time you see me again.
Well now you know I’m only human and that’s something I can’t change.
But, the true love I feel for you remains just the same.
So I hope you’re not too disappointed because I’m human after all.
But, you can still call me Angel and I’ll always return your call.

TJF 2/1996