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My Angel!


I sat there alone, thinking I was alone
When a thought saved my life.
I looked into the light,
And I saw my “Angel”.

It was difficult to stop thinking about her,
I realized there was smile on my face.
And no matter what I did, to evade her,
Every move brought me closer.

The more I spent with my loneliness,
The more I realized her presence.
And then it struck, like thunderous bolt,
Her sweet smile, and loving eyes.

The scent of the woman,
The touch of an angel,
I despised my condition,
For I was praying to be with her.

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