The Wings of an Angel

The wings of my angel,
They spread far and wide,
They spread to hold me beneath.

Those wings are held,
By the beautiful angel,
Who I love to call mine.

She pulls me in close to her chest,
To listen to her heart beat,
And to hear her soft breath.

I love to sit by her side,
And rest beneath,
The wings of an angel.

Whose arms hold me tight,
While I sit here,
Crying afraid I might lose her.

She reassures me with few words,
"I love you so much,
And I'll always be yours."

Those words bring pure bliss,
To the broken heart,
While I sit beneath,
The wings of an angel.