I’m not a warlock
Who could cast mighty spells to dismiss
your troubles away.
Who could remove your every pain and
ache with a tender touch.
Nor am I a king of a hundred realms
With servants and soldiers to serve you
at a single command.
I’m neither a genie
Who could make your wildest dreams and
wishes come true.
I’m just a man who is consumed with
loving you.
What I am not, I am not
But what I am I wholly give to you:
A pair of attentive ears to hear the
outpour of your heart;
Wet eyes from crying together with you
and for you;
Tender lips that never cease from
affirming your beauty far and wide;
Shoulders perfect for resting your head
when life’s burden proves too much;
Strong gentle arms to warmly embrace
you on a cold winter day;
Hands that long for yours in them;
Hands that love the silky touch of your
hair;
A pair of hands holding and giving my
heart, my love and my life to you;
Love was birthed in my heart on the day
you appeared.
What else would I want as long as my
angel is here?
For my ANGEL,
