Angel

May 12, 2016

When I see her in a crowded place;

The look in her eyes, I cannot replace;

I look at her, and she at me;

Like she accepts my love, but we cannot be;

Sometimes I see her, and she’ll wave my way;

Or when I meet her, she’ll just say “hey”;

This drives me insane, for what I really hear;

Is her simply saying “I’m still here”;

And she’s got her man, but he doesn’t deserve;

The bright, shining Angel, I see in her;

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