"Choice Of The Angels"

If I had my choice of all the angels,
none of them would do,
for the only angel I want by my side
wears the face of you.
The halo may be a little rusted
from being out in the rain,
the heart may be scared sometimes
from all the times it's been in pain.
Some days the smile may seem forced
as if it's afraid it will crack,
but sometimes in the shadows
it isn't always black;
My words aren't always golden,
your dreams aren't always silver lined,
but if I had my choice of the angels
I would make you mine...