Lucky Lady

He is an angel and he is "mine". Luck is on my side it would seem.

He doesn’t know how much I love him,
and I’m not about to tell him,
only because no words can describe how I feel about him,
and I think that words will only lessen the effect,
so I’ll let my eyes do the talking,
the way they light up when I see him,
and my smile,
the way I automatically smile whenever I think about him,
and my hugs,
the way I wish I never had to let him go,
and my kisses,
soft and eager,
he could only be an angel,
and I am,
the luckiest girl in the world.