To Dream of An Angel

Many years ago this very day An angel celebrated her birth She had come to see me once in a dream But I knew not her existence on earth No greater gift than the birth of a child Celebrated with family and friends A day of love, joy and giving But I got the greatest gift in the end A fortnight passed and one December day It seemed heaven would no longer wait The angel was sent into my life And it was my turn to celebrate On the 12th day of the 12th month Santa Clause arrived early that year Down from the top of the Christmas tree Came my beautiful angel sweet and dear I saw her again at the Christmas party Where we enjoyed a few glasses of cheer... I was nervous and acted like a dork I was sure that she thought I was weird Strange or not she was still interested Maybe she was just as odd as me? So I made my move and asked her out She couldn't resist my charm and agreed On a cold, icy and snowy day We went out for an elaborate lunch We dined on cheeseburgers and french-fries And had to beg the waiter for ketchup! I met her in time to miss her birthday So I went shopping for what, I didn't know... I was sure she'd like the Teddy Bear But what about all of the clothes? I felt as if I already knew her It was like I knew what to get her The present I wanted to give her most was me But I think she liked the Teddy Bear Better! I gave her, on Christmas day, a white poinsettia In hopes that true love would flower and grow No more wonderous a Christmas gift given Thane love as pure as the winter's first snow On bent knee I proposed on the beach On All Saint's day was our marriage Our love flourished like the beautiful rose That grew one at a time outside Rose Cottage Here in our Little House in the Pine Barrens We always live the way life should be With Salem, Arwen, Autumn and Carter And lots of insanity! By the grace of God, and her love for me She stayed by my side, my angel, my wife By the grace of God, and my love for her I, her husband, owe her my life Forever waltzing on the shore of our lives Like the picture on our living room wall To dance arm in arm come sunshine or storm Even though I can't really dance at all! She's my best friend, my love, my wife, my angel From the day we met through eternity She may not be somebody to the world But she's the world to me! I do but dream the impossible All that's left is improbable some how The damage is irreparable All I have left is dreams for now...