Response From the First Rose of Spring

Why is it that an angel is made to suffer too and feel the pains of heartache like only humans do To sacrifice the future for a chance to see a smile when moments shared between us dont begin to compare to the miles Lies of written conversation keep this heart from growing tired of waiting for the presence of a face fondly admired So take my heart not lightly and tell that heart no lies and perhaps when you wake each morning you can look into these eyes and when heaven should miss you the only angel ever to take the heart of a stray and make the old feel new the only thing I ask is that you let me down gentle, but fast and think of me sometime the spring rose who bloomed with your help...at last.