When you hear the wind howl, the leaves wrestling in the trees, and on the ground, it’s the Angels crying out looking for you.
The rain is God’s tears of both joy and sorrow, because he knows that you walk the earth and are not by his side, where he feels his most precious creation should be kept, so that she’s treated with admiration.
Others have came and passed through your life simply because they couldn’t see you for what you are.
You’re the gift of bliss, grace, passion, and your true beauty runs further than skin deep.
Although I’m blind, I can see you for what you truly are; an ANGEL.
I see past your physical allure despite how hard it is, to see the radiant soul within.
Your words, laugh, compassion, mind, and gestures of kindness are your true beauty.
The Angels will keep looking for their lost and God will shed many more tears for you, but right now, I will cherish the times I have with you, adore you the way he does, see you for your true beauty, and love you for all eternity.
Angels aren’t meant to walk amongst us, but perhaps this onetime though my prayers have been answered.
