Angel in Her Face

I miss the way she always knew

When things were on my mind

I miss the way she'd always cling

To every word of mine.



I miss the way that only she

Could put me in my place

But most of all, I miss that look

Of angel in her face.



I miss the comfort of her kiss,

The sounds of love we shared

I miss the touch of her warm hand

That spoke one thousand words.



I miss the soul her love could give

To things so commonplace

But most of all, I miss that look

Of angel in her face.



She was soft and lonely

When she first came to me

But I took her heart

And only gave her misery.



I miss the cling she always had

With eyes that worshipped me

I miss the soul that I could feel,

The warmth that I could see.



And as she lies beside me now,

I know I can't erase

The fact that I'm the one

Who took the angel from her face...