By Tracy Meyer 08/11/2016
You are the first person I could believe in
You write your sentences with tears
I drown in your thoughts
In your ecstatic words
You Holy … You Holy ……You are Holy
You are my Angel
I am high on loving you
You are my sun-shine
Your healing words
You disarms criticism
By tenderly diffusing it
You win your enemies
With words of love
You Holy … You Holy ……You are Holy
You are my Angel
You enchant the air around me
I hear the poetry in the music
Your body is a lake which trembles
The Sun lightens you
You Holy … You Holy ……You are Holy
You are my Angel
You confound logic by
Your own divine madness
You contradict yourself
In a thousand different ways
You are self-intoxication.
With your spirituality
You are an ANGEL.
I see it in your face …
You Holy … You Holy ……You are Holy
You are my Angel