MY ANGEL

I sit here now as your eyes grow dim, is this what it means to love?

to care for someone so greatly you feel you just can't let go?

I sit here now holding your cold hand, watching life slip away.

Is this what it means to have pain?

To feel your heart ripped away and stomped on? To feel the many sobs coming fowarth?

As I sit here now and all the light is taken from your eye's, I wonder, why must the love pass so

quickly and yet the pain seem to last forever?

I sit here now, feeling all alone. So this is pain, my enemy? As sobs come fowarth I whisper

this last wish, take care of my love, my angel.

by Patricia

Created on 5/8/02

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