My Angel

My love,
Who are you?
When I found you,
were you wandering?

Are you, an angel that flew to low, perhaps?
I wonder because,
I see heaven in your eyes
and find joy in your presence.

You're blue eyes;
you're bearing and grace,
Along with your handsome, perfect face,
They give away what you are.
You are an Angel.

Here on earth you are, 
But still you shimmer and shine.
You are perfect,
At least, I think you are,
You are MY sweet Angel.