Unaware Angel

He calls me "The Unaware Angel",

Giving me a title I feel certain I am unworthy,

Yet he continues to love me.

I wish I could see through his eyes,

To finally understand what exactly makes me,

His angel in disguise,

It fills my heart to think and know,

That my love for him fulfills his soul,

For his does mine the same,

I am overjoyed it is me he desires to bear his name.

Author's Note

I can not believe he really calls me Unaware Angel. I hope you enjoy this mushy love poem :)

Reviews

[R Smith]

Not mushy at all, sincere and romantic yes and the stuff that dreams are made of, very well written :)

[Nicholas Shea]

Wondrously romantic :] A charming read! I enjoyed it very much