Thursday 2nd February
  

Looking up to see my Angel

As storm clouds go hurrying by

Just hoping that you’re there

And can see me as you fly.

  

The wind is blowing briskly

Rustling through swaying trees

Is that your whisper I hear

As twigs snap in the strong breeze?

  

Squally gusts whipping up waves

Blowing surf across the beach

Are you there darling Angel?

So near, yet just out of reach.

  

Missing you

Thinking of you

Love you

xxxxxx