You must be an angel without wings
To put up with all of my bothersome things
My anger, my love, my sometimes weary heart
What others hated about me you love those parts
I look at you and see a creation so divine
To think you have captured this heart of mine
How could I not love you with all that I am
You are the steady I need for my trembling hand
So honest, true and caring you are
My night in shining armour or my shooting star
You simply must be an angel without wings!
I would appreciate it if you gave me credit on this poem since I am the original author. This poem is copyrighted and it can be posted however you are required to put the authors name on it. Thanks and sincerely, Elizabeth Burkett
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