The memories of her comes back to me
each and every time
remembering everything about her.
The beauty of her green eyes,
the way wind would ruffle her amber hair,
the way I would feel such warmth in my soul
when she would smile at me so tenderly.
In my eyes she was my angel
lifting me up from the depths of my darkness
and showing me a paradise
that is beyond that of what I ever thought
I could ever find.
Oh the way it felt to hold her in my arms
the warmth of her body against mine,
and the playful way
her lips would hover centimeters from mine
making me want her kiss so much.
Then our lips meet is a soft and gentle kiss,
awakening my heart to all she is.
And even the way we would talk for hours
of our dreams and hopes all the time
and opening up to each other
of everything that we truly are.
Now my angel has left me
and I sit here alone
my heart crying out in such longing
reaching for nothing but a dream
for her affections for me are gone
even though she is still my friend
the memory of our love will stay with me
to remind me of a time
when I was truly loved my an angel.