. . . I watched the stars last night. I thought that you might be watching them too. Maybe we sighed gazing at the same star. What do the stars look like from way up there? And once you've seen the light of stars so close, does the rest look dull.
I wished that I could be wrapped in your arms, folded in your wings. My soul is so restless with out your peace. I wonder, in your perfect eyes, do I look broken? Can you see it all? My heart breaks just thinking of what you can see. You have everything before you, and still you hold me.
Dear Angel, I can't breathe with out you. My heart beats along to yours, following. I can't remember how life was before you, how many people find their angels? What makes me so different. . . I don't deserve you dear Angel.
But. . . you are my most perfect treasure. Love that brings tears to my eyes. To your eyes. Dear Angel don't cry. . . its raining.
I love you. . .
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