The snow fell, leaving a halo of white upon your head,
and that's when I said,
'Can I call you Angel? '
You looked at me with surprise,
but I could see it in your eyes,
and I knew.
As you sang silent night,
your beautiful voice put me at ease,
and I asked please,
'Can I call you Angel? '
A smile came to your face with serenity and grace,
but you said not a word.
In my darkest hours you held my hand,
never leaving my side, and I said, while I cried,
'Can I call you Angel? '
You then began to wipe the tears away
and erase all the gray in my life.
You led me down a path of gold,
telling me of the creator above,
and again I asked with a greater love,
'Can I call you Angel? '
You never answered my plea,
so I fell to my knee in prayer.
As I opened my eyes, I could see you before me;
Your wings spread and a golden halo upon your head
and one last time I said,
ashley can I call you Angel? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem