Thoughts and Feelings by Jake

Angel

I always wondered what an angel was. What they looked like, and where the come from. Some people are under the impression that angels come from heaven, and they wear long white gowns with large wings sprouting from their backs.
I used to believe that they were right. All of my life I was brought up believing in these angels; but, now I know what one really is. She's a beautiful woman who sets my heart afire everytime I think about her. How could I have ever known that an angel could exist right in my own backyard?
Days and nights have passed and many more are yet to come. When the wind blows a faint whistle can be heard through the cracks in the windows and doors. I can feel her presence even when she is not near me. To hold her in my arms is to hold her in my heart. I cannot believe that any one person can provide me with as much pleasure as she does. Sure there are angels who watch over you at night, but have you ever been able to touch one? I have.



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