Love II - 6. My Angel

My angel makes me smile.

He takes my darkest thoughts

and scatters them into the skies,

and all my darkness becomes light

when reflected in his love-filled eyes.

My angel makes me weep.

He fills my heart and soul

with more love than I can hope to contain,

and it overflows and floods my senses

and falls from my eyes like April rain.

My angel makes me fly.

He lifts my failing spirit up

beyond the level of my despair

with wings that carry me to the highest heights

and let me soar freely through the air.

My angel keeps me grounded.

He holds me close against his heart

and whispers soft sounds of sanity.

He tethers me firmly to his reason

when I would lose my gravity.

My angel makes me breathless

with words he doesn’t know he speaks,

tiny gestures filled with intimacy,

small things far bigger than the universe

that steal the very breath from me.

My angel makes me breathe.

He touches his soft lips to mine

and returns to me the breath he stole.

He is the air within my lungs,

the other half of me that makes me whole