My Sweet Angel

My sweet angel,
surly a gift sent from heaven.

With your golden locks
that frame your face perfectly.

Eyes spellbinding,
and crafted be the gods.

Lips so perfect and tender,
that only the voice of a siren would match.

I hear you calling to me,
night and day.

But I can't see you,
only hear your voice.

Your like a drug to me,
I need you or I will go crazy.

For every moment I'm not with you,
I'm in this bubble of sadness.

But when I am with you,
it's a rush,
I'm on cloud nine,
and nothing else matters.

I would surly die without my gift, my angel from heaven.