Sitting alone to write this poem
When to the shed I should be going
But a promise made, that I will keep
To write a poem each day of the week
.
This is written for the man I love
Sent from the heavens or far above
Sent to earth to bring forth joy
.
A mortal angel she must be
An angel who has set me free
Free to love and start again
And live a life with far less pain
.
I didn’t deserve this second chance
Once walked away with out a glance
But with a heart so filled with love
I thank this man and those above
.
Now you may not think this a poem of joy
But it certainly is to this lucky boy
The joy I feel just to see his name
Increases my heart beat, again and again
.
No amount of thanks to those above
Will ever repay for this man I love
he brought me life, and has given me joy
And all because she loved the boy
.
