if eyes are the window to the soul,

how is it that when I look into yours,

figuring you out is my only goal?

I see your countenance but not your core

what is it about you that makes me wonder

how someone whose smile is so happy and bright

could leave me baffled at how much you suffer

who am I to not try and be your light?

your touch is heaven on earth;

your lips taste of devotion and love

all I could want is to put you first

you're my angel of happiness from the skies above