My Fallen Angel

A Fallen Angel

by Gabriel Magno © 2000

green eyes, red lips, golden hair, a long soft hand across my face

sweet perfume, and sweeter words, has surely set my heart to race

why me, why now, do I behold this beauty, lying gently in my arms

a foot lose man, now growing old, in Hollywood from Georgia’s farms

If this a dream, let it come true, if only for a fleeting hour

I’ll give my heart, my soul, and all I have, within my power

to this, a fallen angel, who fell into my wasted life

was but a year ago, who’s now my sweet and precious wife

on a winding road to Monterey, something I said did make her laugh

a wayward car approached our way, and then a frightful sudden crash

my heart sunk lower than a deep abyss, as a tear fell from my eye

she turned and gave me one last kiss, her last word was goodbye

and as my fallen angel lies, below the earth covered in flowers

I cling to memories of her love, through my dark and lonely hours

if one must know what eased my pain, through all the years gone by

my fallen angel rose again, beyond the clear and deep blue sky