I met my first Angel,
In elementry,
She saw who I was,
And I became me.
That Angel it seems,
Is gone from me,
But it's not something I regret.
I met my second Angel,
She made me smile,
And then I cried,
I never even knew her,
So who am I to call her an Angel?
My third Angel,
She's still around,
And maybe there's love,
But.. not what you think,
Platonic,
I don't even know what that means,
But I think it applies,
Anyways,
She's still around,
But her wings are a little greyer.
I thought I met another Angel,
An elder one that was still young,
Not an Angel,
Just a human.
And now my Angel,
You are here,
Your wings are white,
And pure,
And you're all I can think of,
I love you.
