My fallen angel

There she is her velvet skin
eyes like that of a precious gem.
Button nose, long brown hair.
lips like roses full and fair.
Perfect shoulders, dressed to kill.
hands like diamonds, precious still.
standing oh so strait and narrow.
eyes like that of a watchful sparrow.
Perfect most, in every way
Always something nice to say.
But her just like the rest of us, has secrets yet to tell.
Like how she lived in heavens gates.
But now shes stuck in hell.
And how those graceful wings of hers,
are still on her today.
And how she had to beg and plead,
for god to let her stay.
But even her beauty,charm, and grace,
Had failed her that day.
Because shes stuck with me on earth,
an angel to this day.