My Little Angel Poem by Nick Kler

Every time we meet,
it seems to me as if
Your eyes are trying
to ask me something

AS if you were hiding
A million grudges deep within
Away from yourself,
away from everything

Tell me I'm wrong, my lil
Please tell me I'm wrong

Every night, before I sleep
I ask of you
From my God
And nothing else

You to be loved
You to be cared for
You to have a home
That you can call your own

Oh, how I beg and plead
To my God,
Every night
Before I sleep

But, you know, My Dear
Apart from money
I can't change a thing
I'm willing
to give up my everything
Just for us to be together
All over again!