An angel was sweet
As sweet as can be
She loved a boy
Who hid in a tree
He would hide each day
That cute little one
Hiding from dad
As there was not mum
He would cry and speak
Aloud to himself
He would arrange his comics
Up high on his shelf
A to z
With so much care
Such precision
He liked to stare
Did this mean he was different
Maybe a bit
Did it matter?
Of course not you twit
He was so special
As the angel would see
She would guide him
Keep him happy
She liked his words
Oh so kind
Reflected thoughts
Taking his time
Touching his thoughts
The angel would sing
Feeding him joy
From deep within
What is your name?
My angel, my love
Erica, I am yours
Never give up
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