Nameless Angel Poem by Eli Medina

I'm just looking for the right way to do this, cause she was born too be the angel I would know as my own and hold as tight as the breeze... waiting like the dawn how it aches to meet the day, I like to think you and I can be friends... I'd hold you're hand and you'd look pretty are you the girl Jesus was saving me for, to whoever you are I'm sorry I'm this way, sometimes I wonder if God thinks the same, I keep asking for an angel that don't mind, that helps me crack this cooked smile, well God knows where you are but he's not telling, now my head's splitting at the seams thinking of the what if's about you and all we can be, even if I'm a hundred and two I'll ever stop searching for you too my nameless angel.