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Angel


Angel went to her husband and said "Rob, I have it bad
I used to look like the girls you see in Victoria Secret's ads.
I remember the way you looked at me in awe of what you'd see
You acted shy and stuttered a bit the first time you talked to me.
You couldn't wait to hold me close when we would go out on a date
You called me just to hear my voice; no longer could you wait.
Now when I look in the mirror I see changes that I can't bear
I cover wrinkles in my face and wash gray out of my hair.
My breast aren't pointing out they way they did those years before
Now if I go without a bra they point right to the floor.
There are other changes I have seen too depressing for me to say.
I worry with me looking this way how long you will want to stay.
Maybe I need a doctor to make me look like I used to be
Just a few thousand bucks for some lifts and tucks so you can worship me.
Just a couple of little implants and maybe some botox for my face
And then when it's over and I have healed, twenty years might be erased."

Rob looked intently into her eyes thinking of what to say
He held her close and whispered "Love, it's really not that way.
You're right I was drawn to you because the way you looked before
But the time we've been together has uncovered so much more.
You are right I was really nervous the first time you talked to me
But now your soft and soothing voice helps to comfort me.
I don't call you daily to hear your voice but it's not that I don't care
Your voice is always in my mind and I am grateful that it's there.
You want the doctor to make you into what you were before
You say you want to do it so that I will love you more.
We've been together most our lives but it's like you don't know me
Listen now to what I say; there are things that you don't see:
You never see me watch you, as you lay near me fast asleep
You never look deep into my eyes and see the love I feel so deep.
Or feel me gently touching you and stroke your soft dark hair
I touch your soft smooth skin, thanking god that you are there.
When you are away you never see this thing I often do
I hold your pillow close to me wishing that it were you.
I see you hide your body ashamed of what I see
You never believe me when I say you always look good to me.
I would never leave you; where on earth would I want to go?
You're part of me and I am part of you; I love you more than you could know."


R.Caruso 


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