"My Angel"

I wasn't sure,
just what had happened;
it was a long time ago
since I was saddened.

I looked at it 
from each and every angle.
Then I realized: 
she was always my angel.

From when she said she loved me 
and never wanted to leave;
to when she said goodbye, 
that emptiness to relieve.

From when she said 
she was only kidding;
to when she said it again; 
dejection she was ridding.

Even back when she said 
"Hey, how's it goin'?"
and now while she's chatting 
as I write this poem.

She's my angel 
when I see her every day;
she's my angel 
in every possible way.

She has the wings 
that I still haven't gotten;
Her crown sits askance, 
though she's never been rotten.

Always by my side, 
she's been and will be,
These are my words, not hers, 
because I know it in me.

When I see she's not there 
to guide me along,
I'll look a little deeper, 
and see that I saw wrong.

She was actually there, 
if in spirit alone;
She still has never left me, 
despite what I've known.

She takes me away
when I look in her eyes.
She doesn't know it yet,
so I have to disguise.

Her Heavenly scent
wafts through God's given air.
Sometimes it's too much;
no longer can I bear.

I know she knows
that she is His servant;
As for being sent to me,
this feeling is fervent.

I needed a friend,
when she sat next to me;
I needed a lover,
when she gave me a lee.

I do not think
that this happened by chance;
I'm sure there is more,
when I see spirits prance.

In the time to come,
I know I'll always miss,
which we will unlikely share again,
our one last kiss.

And maybe not,
though I'll never wrangle,
with the query of her reason,
I know she is My Angel.

- Joseph H. Hansche
5/8/00