Hiding Wings

Angel, you are too wonderful,
You must be hiding wings.

Heaven must have blessed your mother when they made you.
Did your father know what you’d become when he named you…
Angel

So my admiration of the artistry,
Of the hand of God through your heredity…
Grows, with every glimpse of you.

Every brush stroke that painted your beautiful features,
Every carving that sculpted your delicate figure,
It captures me, inspires me.

Your voice like music,
Enchants my mind…
And appeases my soul.

Are you really this beautiful, or is it only me, I wonder.
But I know that every time I see your face, it amazes me.
But I know that every time I see you smile it enlivens me.

Angel, you are too wonderful,
You must be hiding wings.