There is an intense heat in his wonderful eyes. A tenderness in his voice. He tries by day and night to do his best and try at might. Lost inside his misery. Dancing in the distance of ending line. Given a gentle kiss by life’s sweet time. Most wouldn’t give him a proper glance. Neither would they give him a chance. No one sees he’s really an angel without his pure white wings. Pain tares at his skin but it barely makes a scratch. His halo may be dented but he’s my angel and forever in my mind’s eye he will stay.