My Girl

My girl,
Every time you smile,
Every time you laugh,
Every time you look at me,
Every time you call my name,
Every time we touch,
Every time we hold each other,

I think to myself,

Wow, this angel is so far away from heaven,
Why is she in my arms?
Why is she with me?
Why do I have the honour to call her mine?
Why does God not come down and guide her back to heaven?
Why is she on Earth?
Why is she allowing me to see the beauty of which she is?

And then...

Then I remember, all those endless nights,
I would be lying in bed unable to sleep,
And every night,
I would kneel beside my bed, and pray to God,
Begging that one day I would have a woman to call my own,

A woman that does not know evil,
That does not cheat,
That does not know hate,
But she is not to be just a woman,
But she is to be the woman,

The woman who will love me back,
Who will kiss me back,
Who will hold me as tight as I hold her,
And who will not lie when she says she wants to spend eternity together,
Who will spend the night with me and forget the world,
Who will want to be with me always,
Who will want to start a new family with me,

And then I realize,

This is the woman I pray for every night,
This is the woman I love,
This is God's answer to my prayer,

But he has not sent me just a woman,

He has sent me an angel,
In the form of a human,
In the form of true beauty,

And every night I thank God,

For without him,
I would not know beauty,
I would not know love,
I would not know true happiness,

And then I say...

She is mine until the end of time,
My girl.