The Magic of an Angel

Although you seem broken in many ways,

you can’t escape me, I see the real you.

To the watchful eye you are just young and curious;

I know that may be one perception of who you are…

but to me you are and mean so much more.

You always think before you speak,

and that is much more than I could ever account for.

Every word you say occupies a place in me

and every strand of you does too.

I know you don’t believe in God;

and I’m not sure even  I do .

But you truly are a fallen angel,

…you simply broke your wings.

You are my angel the one who holds the key to my heart.

I long to see you and hold you in my arms.

Always save a place for me within you.

Love, Vicky.