Little Angel

I am in love with a little angel Who I see at the bus stop each day It’s been more than a year now But I can never find the words to say And if I could, should I say them? Or should I keep my feelings to myself Never speaking my love aloud And spend my lifetime on the shelf Maybe some day I will tell her Of the deep love that I conceal But I think that she will laugh at me If I dared to tell her how I feel. So each morning I will smile At my sweet angel so petite And not speak to her of love But stare nervously at my feet