The Angel

She is an angel, an angel without wings.She sends me wishes, wishes with wings.To make my day bright and clear,I do wait for them, never near.I didn’t expect some one in my way.Never did I wait for one, but this angel came in,At a time, when I need her the most.She smiled and offered her hands,At a time when I need them the most.She was sweet, sweeter than the sugar.Her heart was red, redder than the ruby.Her hands were soft, softer than the snow.She cares like a sister, helps like a maiden.Yes, she is an angel, an angel with a loving heart…

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