Angels

"Speak of angels;

You shall hear their wings"

Is what I'm starting to believe

Because everytime your name is mentioned

I feel a fluttering over my shoulder

And then I see you standing there

Smiling so innocently.

Hand in hand we go running off--

Is this what it's like to be carefree?

Kissing me and holding me tight;

Maybe our differences don't make

That much of a difference.

Reaching out my hand,

I'm willing to take this chance

Because your innocent face

And guiltless manner have

Captured something inside me.

You really are so sweet.

Maybe I'm a little devil,

But I'm willing to put all that aside

For a taste of what you bring to me.

I speak of angels and

I hear your wings.