With fingertips, I'd trace
your brow and every furrow there.
And gently ease your troubled mind
and lift you from despair.

With loves sweet kiss, I'd return to you;
the air you need to breathe.
For just the chance to dance with you
among the fallen leaves.

To sleep with you; to hold you close.
If only for one day;
would be worth the trip to earth;
yet, now, I can only say~~~~

I am not an angel.
These things, I cannot change.
I am just a candle
that burns with a steady flame.

The love I gave you long ago,
is like the candles light.
It burns today, as it did then,
to light the darkest night!

More than this;I never owned.
There's not much good in material things~~~~~~
It is love, pure love, the truest kind;
That gives your soul it's wings!