My Angel

He walked in the church like he owned it

Thin, medium height, longish, greying curly hair.

Brash, loud, noisy, not my kind of person at all.

I watched him dancing to hymns.

Definitely  not my type of person.

We were both at a trust workshop.

No, not him as my partner.

He is definately not my kind of partner.

Something happened that evening.

I trusted him, the first man I’ve ever trusted

Now I join him dancing to humns  and enjoying life

He is definately my type of person.

He is my angel, my friend, my soul mate.



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