She's an angel,
But she doesn't know it.
She has yet to gain her wings,
Everyone else can see it though.
With her delicate skin and fluffy hair,
Her smile lights up the room.
She's always a breath of fresh air,
And a warm winter hug.
Her spirt dies slowly,
But it's always regained.
She fights for what she believes in,
And never stops no matter what.
She has a burning passion,
That somehow always shows through.
Sometimes fear eats her up,
And others can always tell.
Her personality is something else,
She's cute and silly.
She's serious and beauty,
Her looks are something else too.
She's truly an angel,
And she doesn't even see it.
It's true though she's beauty and grace,
And has yet to gain her wings.
