A Guardian Angel's View, To Hope. Poem by Michael Gale

To be a Guardian Angel would'st be gr8 in itself...
Guiding someone along life's somewhat erringly
wrong path
would'st be Heaven sent happiness to me.
To soar and be divinely free.

Staking a claim in someone's happiness...
Not too gushy or too filled with too much sappiness.

Godly appointed...
As if forgivenly annointed.

Visions viewed as through the Angel's sight...
Making one's life more happily bright.