My angel

An angel so bright cannot hide from the shadows and a ray from the sun can burn the trees so green, so pure and healthy. Angel of mine quiet and autonomous. Light of mine shine like a spotlight giving us credit for what we attained. Not by grace, but love. Sweet affection and potency. You’re Shirley the one that wavers their love into the air for people to receive. You’re eyes are so dark I can almost see a shining light. You are an empire that stands there quiet in the open.