She is my light, my everything.

I would of never been able to grow

To show how I can change,

She came in to rearrange

All my views on the world.

When I felt helpless and on the edge,

She pulled over to the ledge.

It wasn't as far of a drop as I thought,

She makes the world return to color,

Nothing is dull, it is all her.

We may be only half the same

But in my eyes she is a saint,

And I am just ain't.

She might try to make me believe

But I am, fully, imperfect

She has the qualities of perfect.

To me she is my angel,

To her, I count as an imperfect angel