With wings
You are
My
Angel
.
.
.
My angel
Only I see
For those that look
Upon you
See
Only what they want to see
And for me
Its much more
Then surface
Visions
Of being
Human
But deeper
Envisions
Of a truer nature
One that begins with
Compassion
And ends with
Understanding
A
WOMAN
Like no other
And because of this
I see
The wings
That are
On
Your
Back

I find comfort in
Seeing you by my side
Reaching out for you
Knowing your there for me
The capture
Of your presence
In my mind
Holds me together
Even
When
Your
Not
There

Because you have the wings
Of an angel
The impressions of the wings
On your back
I do not see
The perfect bright white
Bird like wings
That make one holy
Or the savior of others
.
.
.
NO
.
.
.
I see
The wings
That have been used
And are worn
From the travel they have taken
Not like
They have been locked away
Only used on special occasions
But wings
That are unfurled
On a moments notice
And used to shelter
Those less fortunate
To not have them of their own
.
.
.
An angle
.
.
.
.
A woman
.
.
.
.
.
Bred for the purpose to save
Even just one single soul
From being
Torn to shreds
.
.
.
.
Her wings
Your wings
Were meant
For a purpose
And given for a reason
.
.
.
.
.
.
I see
The wings on your back
Because
I know
What you are
And
Those that you protect
Are
Lucky
To have you watching over them
.
.
.
.
An angel
Hidden from sight
An angel
Without regard for self
An angel
For those that need protection
.
.
.
.
An angel
I am sure of it ……