Monday, November 12, 2007

My Little Angel From Above


The breeze blows through your hair and the clouds float by

As they fade into sweet memories

The sun shines a perfect array of light on your soft and flawless skin

You squint your eyes and your mouth turns up into that familiar precious grin

And you point your finger to the trees

To tell me you hear a tiny bird singing to you it's sweet melodies

At that moment like a million other moments in a single day, my heart is full of joy and love.

And I can't remember what it was like before I knew you.

You're my little angel from above.

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