An Angel From Above

Gazing into her blue eyes when we first met
I knew then she was heaven sent.
All I ever dreamed of, an angel from above.

She had no idea from the start
true love, I'd found in my heart.
One of a kind, Love that lasts a lifetime
All I ever dreamed of, an angel from above.

Still, her smile, my breath it takes away
wanting, needing, to hold her, so much to say.
All my prayers answered when into my life she came
to me, she is everything.
All I ever dreamed of, an angel from above.

Like the moon, stars, morning sunrise
so much beauty, so much grace.
She's even more through my eyes.
All I ever dreamed of, an angel from above.

Together, forever, I long to be
can you see, you're very precious and sweet.
The only one for me.
All I ever dreamed of, an angel from above.

Your gentle words, your tender touch,
life meaning so much
wrapped tightly in each others arms I wish to be.
With you, I feel so free.
A vow to you I made, forever,
you'll have my love.
All I ever dreamed of,
an angel from above.
Author: Robert Small

The Woman And The Angel

An angel was tired of heaven,
as he lounged in the golden street;
His halo was tilted sideways,
and his harp lay mute at his feet;
So the Master stooped in His pity,
and gave him a pass to go,
For the space of a moon,
to the earth-world, to mix with the men below.

He doffed his celestial garments,
scarce waiting to lay them straight;
He bade good by to Peter,
who stood by the golden gate;
The sexless singers of heaven
chanted a fond farewell,
And the imps looked up as they pattered
on the red-hot flags of hell.

Never was seen such an angel --
eyes of heavenly blue,
Features that shamed Apollo,
hair of a golden hue;
The women simply adored him;
his lips were like Cupid's bow;
But he never ventured to use them --
and so they voted him slow.

Till at last there came One Woman,
a marvel of loveliness,
And she whispered to him: "Do you love me?"
And he answered that woman, "Yes."
And she said: "Put your arms around me,
and kiss me, and hold me -- so --"
But fiercely he drew back, saying:
"This thing is wrong, and I know."

Then sweetly she mocked his scruples,
and softly she him beguiled:
"You, who are verily man among men,
speak with the tongue of a child.
We have outlived the old standards;
we have burst, like an over-tight thong,
The ancient, outworn,
Puritanical traditions of Right and Wrong."

Then the Master feared for His angel,
and called him again to His side,
For oh, the woman was wondrous,
and oh, the angel was tried!
And deep in his hell sang the Devil,
and this was the strain of his song:
"The ancient, outworn,
Puritanical traditions of Right and Wrong."
By: Robert W. Service
(1874-1958)