My Angel
SS by Chris
There was a point in my life where I lived amongst an angel.
She was the most beautiful angel in the entire world.
One look from her could send my body into an endless sweat that wouldn’t stop until she looked away, and then I felt lost without them.
When this angel would appear before me I would get this weak feeling in my knees.
One smile from her could make a good day great and a bad day just as great.
Two smiles from her and I would be happy for weeks.
One word from this angel would be music to my ears. I could listen to her for hours on hours and never get tired of hearing her voice.
One kiss from her would light a fire under me that could not be extinguished.
The tenderness in which my angel’s lip were are the things in which dreams are made of.
One night of her company would make me happier than anything this planet had to offer me.
No amount of fame or fortune could make me happier than spending time with my angel.
When my angel would be away, it would take every once of will power I had to get by until the next time that I would see her.
I would get the happiest feeling in the world just watching this beautiful angel of mine sleep.
I loved to watch this angel all the time.
She made everything around me seem so much less important than she was.
She made everything seem so alive.
My angel was not perfect by any means, but she was mine and that made her perfect to me and that is all that mattered.
Unfortunately, my angel is gone now.
I miss my angel for she meant the world to me.
Just because my angel is gone does not mean that she has been forgotten.
I can never forget the smile of my angel for it was too precious to ever forget.
I can never forget the sound of my angel’s voice, because it brought about such joy.
I can never forget my angel for the amount of joy she brought to my life is endless.
I can never forget my angel because she was the light in my eye.
I can never forget my angel for my angel will always be a part of my heart.
Everybody has their angel.
I have had mine.
And I love that angel of mine.
I hope that one day I will find that angel of mine again.
Until then I hope that my angel is looked upon as the beautiful angel that she is and always will be.
Angel of Mine
By Monica