Angels poem

Love is lost as another is gained.
Forgotten feelings reawaken.
His heart she has taken.
And others he has pained.

Nothing matters but her love.
She is so beautiful and sweet.
Every moment with her is a treat.
Then she spreads her wings like a dove.

Returning to heaven my angel is gone.
and i am left here to silently die.
i wait every day for her return from the sky.
She flies back with the waking dawn

He is so lucky to call her his baby.
Leaving her is not a choice.
Being in her presence steals his voice.
Will she ever love him? Maybe.