My Girl

My girl,
Every time you smile,
Every time you laugh,
Every time you look at me,
Every time you call my name,
Every time we touch,
Every time we hold each other,

I think to myself,

Wow, this angel is so far away from heaven,
Why is she in my arms?
Why is she with me?
Why do I have the honour to call her mine?
Why does God not come down and guide her back to heaven?
Why is she on Earth?
Why is she allowing me to see the beauty of which she is?

And then...

Then I remember, all those endless nights,
I would be lying in bed unable to sleep,
And every night,
I would kneel beside my bed, and pray to God,
...